Sappho, “I confess / I love that which caresses me”
Love should have warmth, Sappho says guiltily. I confess / I love that which caresses me. Why voice any regret? Basic relationship advice, advice any one of us ...
Author: ashok
Emily Dickinson, “An Hour is a Sea” (825)
An Hour is a Sea, I say to myself, wondering why today has looked like the same sheet of rain each hour I’ve been awake. But I also wonder why between the...
Margaret Levine, “A Man I Knew”
It feels more than a mere obligation to be with family over the holidays. But even calling such relations “necessary” sounds like a feeble attempt a...
Robert Lax, “herds of dark crea tures”
Like a moonbeam, “herds of dark crea tures” descends, syllable by syllable itself. But it begins with looking upwards, only able to discern the smal...
Franz Wright, “The Wedding”
One thing I’m struggling with in relationships—well, more than relationships—is feeling adequate. Believing “hey, I got this” and not collapsi...