The New American Nostalgia

The New American Nostalgia

The election happened and now you’re driving north.November freezes in the birch trees. The fieldshave nothing left. In Wisconsin where you pass themthe hills go rolling autumn through the cold.You’re home again. The edges of the cloudsturn gray. You change the...
Salvation Doesn't Come

Salvation Doesn't Come

Exhausted, this light.It was supposed to shinepiercingly brightset the roof ablazemelt the fire escapespark mica in the wallsinge a rat’s whiskersin its hole.But side-swiped by a taxi doorwindow-slammed off discount storeit launched from hood of truckin a streamonly...
Time Speeding Up

Time Speeding Up

Life may not be as bleak as it seems. The hurried seasons—spring, summerand fall—may plow into winter’s caboose, send it vamoosing. Usually winter sits on a side rail out backnot moving an iced-up muscle. Now and then we poke it with a shovel,but that accomplishes...
The Transit of Venus, by Susan Firer

The Transit of Venus, by Susan Firer

My measure of a poem’s quality is often found in the question, “How did the poet think of that?” If that poem should happen to begin an entire collection that has me asking that same question again and again, well, then I know I have something really special in my...