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Not what you think, a list of stars and weights, but his finger in a glass egg at the Museum of Science and Industry in Padua, that city which Shakespeare singled out like a nun. The index raised as it might have been in life...

She supposed the curtains were gray to remind her of loss and the teapot white to remind her of rain, but it had snowed, and now she could see the birds depended on her to lay out the...

Africa the skull, homo afarensis, her dark foot laid across the soft mud, clean as a star and now such confusion of countries, who spoke English? She had no names for the cells in her pancreas, each becoming a little city? The...

Poems are what ideas feel like. Karl Shapiro Some blister the mind like an endless afternoon of August heat, others own the chaste clarity of winter sunsets distilled through naked birch. Some, tense as crossbows in siege, fly...

As warm darkness dropped each night, a gentle breaker cresting the broad coastline, roses sang long arias into my room. Their melodies climbed the fence, mingling with Monteverdi from a neighbor’s open window as she fought...

Champagne can be kept effervescent by putting a knife in the open bottle Claudia Emerson Delight, too long on the tongue, or in our lover’s arms and we hunt for aspirin, even consider clothes. Take heed of that elegant...

We said goodbye to the Japanese maples, pin oaks and pines that had grown tall. We bought some new furniture for this villa in Independent Living. We learned new names that were on the doors. In two years, three spouses have...

Last night it thundered and rough rain came over this dry city. Those in charge of the Zozobra event had to set flames early— now all woes are gone. There were gloom boxes everywhere to place your written worries in. They fuel...

for Lynn My backyard neighbor in New Orleans invited us to St. Joseph’s Feast in someone’s home. The altar in honor of the saint was laden with candles and food—pasta. fish, fig cookies, fruit, bread shaped like crosses and saws...

Who keeps all the shades down in her cottage, at this retirement center, the black car covered in dust and pollen. When was it last moved? I know she smokes because I saw an ash tray when I took her some flowers. That must be...

They are deep in thought, as they bend over brooms clearing corners and floors. Some have a tune in their head, some reflect on sorrow while others seem lost in this ancient chore. Hair now gray, stooped shoulders, bones that...