Tulips The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I… Read More ›
Sylvia Plath
Poem of the Week: Nick and the Candlestick by Sylvia Plath
Nick and the Candlestick I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its dead boredom. Black bat airs Wrap me, raggy shawls, Cold homicides. They weld to me… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: The Applicant by Sylvia Plath
The Applicant First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook, Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch, Stitches to show something’s missing? No, no? Then… Read More ›
Poem of the Week: Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. … Read More ›
Mad Men, “The Other Woman”
Look into their eyes and you’ll see what they know — everybody dies. I haven’t been as affected by one hour of television drama as I was watching “The Other Woman” episode of Mad Men in a long, long time —… Read More ›
