Another Night in the Ruins 1 In the evening haze darkening on the hills, purple of the eternal, a last bird crosses over, ‘flop flop,’ adoring only the instant. 2 Nine years ago, in a plane that rumbled all night… Read More ›
Galway Kinnell
Poem of the Week: Blackberry Eating by Galway Kinnell
Blackberry Eating I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I… Read More ›
