“Aise de Mayon” by Sharon Olds
Aise de Mayon I didn’t know that mayonnaisewas invented in Mayon, France — France as inParis, France! I had no idearit came from Mayon, I had learned to sayidear in the New England boarding schoolour… Continue Reading
“January” by William Carlos Williams
January Again I reply to the triple windsrunning chromatic fifths of derisionoutside my window: Play louder.You will not succeed.… Continue Reading
“Night Sea” by Pablo Neruda
Night Sea Night sea, statue of white and greenI love you: sleep with me. I travelled allthe roads, calcined and dying,nature grew with me, Manovercame his ashes, prepared himselffor rest, surrounded by the Earth. Night… Continue Reading
“Ghazal of Oranges” by Jan-Henry Gray
Ghazal of Oranges On New Year’s Eve, my father overfills the baskets with oranges,mangoes, grapes, grapefruits, other citrus too, but mostly oranges. The morning of the first, he opens every window to let the new… Continue Reading
New Nazca Lines Almost 2,000 Years Old Uncovered by Archeologists in Peru
A team of researchers led by Professor Masato Sakai of Yamagata University in concert with Peruvian archeologist Jorge Olano has uncovered 168 new geoglyphs on the Nazca Pampa. Using drones and aerial photography, the group… Continue Reading
“The Other Tiger” by Jorge Luis Borges
The Other Tiger I think of a tiger. The gloom here makes The vast and busy Library seem lofty And pushes the shelves back; Strong, innocent, covered with blood and new, It will move through… Continue Reading
“I grow little of the food I eat…” An email by Steve Jobs to himself
An email from Steve Jobs to himself Steve Jobs, the American entrepreneur best known as the co-founder and driving force behind the technology company Apple often wrote emails to himself to capture what was on… Continue Reading
“Perhaps the World Ends Here” by Joy Harjo
Perhaps the World Ends Here The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has… Continue Reading
“The Bear” by Susan Mitchell
The Bear Tonight the bearcomes to the orchard and, balancingon her hind legs, dances under the apple trees,hanging onto their boughs,dragging their branches down to earth.Look again. It is not the bearbut some afterimage of… Continue Reading
“Fooling God” by Louise Erdrich
Fooling God I must become small and hide where he cannot reach.I must become dull and heavy as an iron pot.I must be tireless as rust and bold as rootsgrowing through the locks on doorsand… Continue Reading