—for Betty Edwards and Betty Dodson and the ’70s One who drew with her right brain, another self-pleasuring like mad, both easy to mock in hemp dresses and chunky necklaces.…
He limps forward, hamstrung by the maquahuitl breeze. Or does he use such language to get sympathy? He’s learned the name of every known disease, and claims them…
certain kinds of wind in the blue-green disbelief of your misfortunate and persistent incursion into the unreality of bones blood sinews, the parts of the body belong to the…
It won’t stay balled, this slick rayon. Thick thread, I’d call it, rather than fine yarn, the grey and green variegated viscose I wind. Greys of battleships and guns,…
Ladies Union Circle, First Congregational Church, Nantucket; founded 1846; oldest, still active, ladies church group in the US. Even before I read why they were formed, there’s my…
Baled wool washed ashore for weeks. At first, the appearance of each bundle was sobering and macabre, but after a few days, one woman began to look forward to…
The Omar D. Conger was docked in Port Huron, Michigan when a boiler exploded. The ship was blown to pieces. A 200-lb radiator plummeted into the Falk Undertaking Parlors during…
I think of her during the colony’s collapse— loyal, responsible, confused, steadfast in her hive— after her drones exit, leaving her with little bees, unable to ask: Where…