Death on holiday
“Girls’ weekend” and “death” really shouldn’t keep company, but a few weekends ago they did, and all things considered, it was nice. This November, for the first time in 23 years, my high school...
View ArticleOnce wild, once young, still wandering
poem is on the concrete ledge in foreground Among Women by Marie Ponsot What women wander? Not many. All. A few. Most would, now & then, & no wonder. Some, and I’m one, Wander sitting...
View ArticleBravo, Ponsot!
Congratulations to poet Marie Ponsot, who was just announced as the 2013 winner of the prestigious Ruth Lilly Prize. The prize, established by the heir to the Lilly pharmaceutical fortune, honors a...
View ArticlePoems for Father’s Day
I’m trying to get this post up quickly—too many things to get done and my daughter gets home from Cameroon today—so I’ll skip the fanfare and get right to it. I put an assortment of poems for...
View ArticlePleasures cheap and dear
poem is against pillar next to honey pot The Problem of Gratified Desire by Marie Ponsot If she puts honey in her tea and praises prudence in the stirring up she drinks, finally, a drop of perfect...
View ArticleDebbie (Downer) does Mother’s Day
It’s a good thing I passed by a playground before I found the cemetery I was on the hunt for. Because “Happy Mother’s Day, I see dead people” is twisted, even for a twisty elf like me. But I do see...
View ArticleFor two women I love
Marie Ponsot, poet, translator, teacher, stroke survivor, nonagenarian writer of acclaim who wrote for twenty-five years in obscurity, single mother of seven (six of them boys!), lifelong Catholic,...
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