How I Met Pablo Neruda

How I Met Pablo Neruda

It was by accident.Walking in Mexico CityI saw a poster about a readingat the National Stadium.A tribute to Pablo Neruda.Like something that mighthappen in a Greek ruinnot in North America.I had to bear witness. My Cuban friend guessedfrom their dress and speechthat...
How I Met Pablo Neruda

Class Reunion

the men are all heavier and balderwomen more carefully made upon the dance floor the still-dyed blondewho left her husband at homesnakes her arms around the neckof her high school crushas she whispers in his earreminding him of the weekendthey made the school gossip...
How I Met Pablo Neruda

Another First

After the first period,the first bra,your hand heldfor the first time,there’s this—your crappy boyfriend debut!You now have more sistersthan you’ve ever imagined.We too have been leftgaping at his clueless,terrified back.One down, who knowshow many to go. But watch...
A Brief History Of Coffee

A Brief History Of Coffee

Dear Milwaukee, Do you remember 1982? How your air was saying Yes, World Series, Robin Yount, how on every empty lot, kids were throwing perfect double-plays. How the whole town was sliding into a dream. How I was sliding into a bad dream and didn’t even know it. You...
How I Met Pablo Neruda

Arcadia Books – Spring Green

When Arcadia Books opened its doors in downtown Spring Green this past May, owner James Bohnen found himself realizing the dream he’s had since his twenties. A director at the nearby American Players Theater since 1996, Bohnen bought the 140-year-old building about...
How I Met Pablo Neruda

Glazier of My Heart

Teach me again how to hold glass. I have forgotten the gentle touch of your words. Remind me how glass is like a river, how to slide the cutter along the line we’ve made together, having measured twice. Hold my hand pressing teach me how to hold how hard to...