I do not want to go home yet, For the night sky is but navy, The moon one third, And the girl with the wrist tattoo, Has not stopped looking my way. And so I sit, Writing this very poem, Hoping she’ll recognize my serious pen, The way my hand presses against my head, And […]
Poetry Corner: Cathy Dana “When She Comes to Me”
She comes to me in my dreams sometimes. Like last night— Jim and I traveling on foot like refugees, or pilgrims amidst so many others searching, hoping to find—what? We weren’t home, weren’t on familiar turf, there were open-air markets, tents and camps. I was standing on the path, a dirt road. Out of the […]
Poetry Corner: Andrena Zawinski “Stare”
“Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.” –Walker Evans (after the Cantor Arts Exhibit, Stanford University) The small town windswept streets, their flophouses and weatherworn sharecropper porches, hold the stare and want and will of those who people them. The speech of image, already past tense in the snap of […]