What is there to say? Dread. Resistance. Life going on as usual and not at all as usual. I want a place to say, "Here are some of the details of life. The texture of lived experience." To continue my
own way of speaking.
Some recent detail:
[poems by Marie Lundquist from
The Star by My Head: Poets from Sweden and by Lucille Clifton from
Blessing the Boats: New and Selected Poems 1988-2000]