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 ...
Category: poetry
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...
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...
Tishani Doshi, “When I Was Still a Poet”
When I was still a poet I used to dream of rivers—I would like to be dreaming of rivers right now, instead of floating from insecurity to insecurity, wondering ...