Happiness by Joyce Sutphen

Happiness by Joyce Sutphen This was when my daughters were just children playing on the rocky shore of the lake, their hair in braids, their bright-colored jackets tied around their waists. It was afternoon, the shadows falling away, their faces glowing with light. Whatever we said then (and it must have been happy; it must […]

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Bangers and Mash by Donald Hall

Bangers and Mash by Donald Hall We flew the Atlantic all night, your head with its first streak of gray leaning against my shoulder, and took a cab to our bed-and-breakfast. We napped, woke up at noon, and rode the tube from Russell Square to Piccadilly Circus, where we asked a stranger to take a […]

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Things by Donald Hall

The Things by Donald Hall When I walk in my house I see pictures, bought long ago, framed and hanging — de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore — that I’ve cherished and stared at for years, yet my eyes keep returning to the masters of the trivial — a white stone perfectly round, tiny lead […]

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