Given I was given these two hands, these two feet; I was given them without asking and they are mine. With my feet on your body I do walk on frozen ground where coyotes step, fishers, raccoons, and quail. With my breath I inhale your sweet liquor, the cold snap of four degrees; how my lungs crave your air inside me, its green perfume, though now your body is slick with ice, hard with frost, tasting green though I must cover … [Read more...]
Rochelle Distelheim “The Kiss-Me-Quick”
The Kiss-Me-Quick I visited my friend and we talked about shoes instead of about dying. I wanted to talk about dying, but she’s the one who’s dying and she wanted to talk about shoes. We looked at the three shoe boxes lined up on the carpet next to the couch where she was. The boxes were open and I saw the tips of three new pairs of shoes. There was that faintly sour smell new shoes have that reminds me of going with my mother into a shoe store, with her holding … [Read more...]
Daniel Cleary: “Fireside”
I "met" Daniel Cleary over Facebook. He lives in Chicago and we know people in common so it is surprising I have not met him in reality. I enjoy his posts, whether they are his original paintings (Dan is a visual artist) or his own poems or work by Yeats. He posted this poem as a Thanksgiving wish, and, admiring it, I asked if I could post it here too. Daniel Cleary was nice enough to let me use it and mentioned that "Fireside" received an honorable mention in a … [Read more...]
Guest Blog: Joan Corwin, Nancy Megan Corwin
Today’s guest blog is by sisters: Solace in So Many Words contributor Joan Corwin and Nancy Megan Corwin who is a jewelry artist/metalsmith from the Seattle area. Each year since 2004, Facèré Jewelry Art Gallery in Seattle puts on Signs of Life, a contemporary jewelry art show and companion jewelry art catalog/literary journal. The show features work by nine artists. The catalog/literary journal pairs these jewelry artists with ten writers in a unique publication. This … [Read more...]
Thomas G. Fiffer: Rubicons
Rubicons On my way to work each day, I cross four rivers. Driving to the train station, I slide over the Saugatuck, then follow its course for a mile and a half, observing its marshy banks lined with houses and studded with private docks. Once on the train, I navigate the Norwalk with its bridge that splits and rises for high-masted ships, the Byram in Greenwich, whose mouth was once a bustling commercial center, and finally the East as the train barrels from the Bronx … [Read more...]
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