Why did my mother kill herself and I didn’t that year and have not?…I ask myself at the farmer’s market when David shows me the black radishes that I use in risotto or when Sarah takes me to the ranch and the horses press in on me so I’m nothing but warmth and breath and their snot on my hair. Is it this?
Posts Tagged: Gabrielle Calvocoressi
That’s (part of) the title of this piece on the PEN Center website by Rumpus Poetry Book Club Board member Gabrielle Calvocoressi. It’s absolutely beautiful. Here’s a short sample:
“I’m really glad I had that lousy job because I know what it is to make someone copies at the last minute and to be told the coffee is too cold....more