The Glint of Light on Broken Glass - Carolyn Daughters
"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."~ Anton Chekhov (in other words, show, don't tell)| Carolyn Daughters
After “Gatsby” and “Catcher” and Gaddis it didn’t look back. It honed its approach for cell-phone mini-books, then buffed up, tried on smirks, and tramped past a bust of Jonathan Franzen. If this was its coming-out party, it mainly peered in- ward. It wanted to jostle a reader’s heart into snare-drumming for bit players on […] The post The Novel (James Reiss) appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
Flight by Christian Wiman — In the end we love the line love cannot cross. In the end we fall for what we fail. Forget friendship. Ardor. Forget the years that only grow harder as the soul recedes in what the years bring, grown alien to any touchable thing. Touch me. As I am. As […] The post Flight by Christian Wiman (A Poem) appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
“Grammar is a piano I play by ear, since I seem to have been out of school the year the rules were mentioned.” Joan Didion Grammar is a piano I play by ear, since I seem to have been out of school the year the rules were mentioned. All I know about grammar is its […] The post Grammar Is a Piano I Play by Ear appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
The Price of History Jeffrey McDaniel You’re at a bus stop, wool hat tugged down. Slush sprays up from the trees of a bus wheezing to a halt. You lumber onboard and smell the nachos and beer breath of the man who peers into the crevice of your mostly zipped-up jacket. You close your eyes […] The post The Price of History appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
— One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the […] The post The Snow Man (Wallace Stevens) appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
My Stepsister’s Music — When my mother’s third husband took me thirty years ago to see his daughter from his first marriage smash the cymbals with the high-school marching band, he told me to be nice afterward because she was “slow,” which is not the same as retarded, he explained, though I doubted the difference […] The post My Stepsister’s Music appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
In a Country — My love and I are inventing a country, which we can already see taking shape, as if wheels were passing through yellow mud. But there is a prob- lem: if we put a river in the country, it will thaw and begin flooding. If we put the river on the bor- […] The post In a Country appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
Pelicans in December (J. Allyn Rosser) One can’t help admiring their rickety grace and old-world feathers like seasoned boardwalk planks. They pass in silent pairs, as if a long time ago they had wearied of calling out. The wind tips them, their ungainly, light-brown weight, into a prehistoric wobble, wings’-end fingers stretching from fingerless gloves, […] The post Pelicans in December appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
Some Days — Poem by Billy Collins Some days I put the people in their places at the table, bend their legs at the knees, if they come with that feature, and fix them into the tiny wooden chairs. All afternoon they face one another, the man in the brown suit, the woman in the […] The post Some Days appeared first on Carolyn Daughters.| Carolyn Daughters
"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."~ Anton Chekhov (in other words, show, don't tell)| Carolyn Daughters
