Leslie McGrath’s poems have been widely published in the US, as well as in England, Ireland and Japan. Her literary interviews have appeared in the Writer’s Chronicle and on public radio. Winner of the 2004 Pablo Neruda Prize for Poetry, her first collection of poetry, Opulent Hunger, Opulent Rage (Main Street Rag, 2009), was a finalist for the Connecticut […]
If you can bear it so, be dead among the dead. The dead are occupied. —Rilke After they washed my body and threaded my arms through the […]
There is a bride and groom and all their white attendants, and the boardwalk is crowded with people dressed for winter, taking a late afternoon walk through lengthening shadows, leaning on the intricate wrought iron fence, looking out over the Saint Lawrence as the tankers […]
“If it were possible to see the universe as a whole, from afar, it would appear pale green, between aquamarine and turquoise” —The New York Times January 11, 2002 Science has discovered […]
I never finished the psychology text I read […]
After a bath, teeth chattering, I’d cup my hands over my sex while Mother rummaged in the closet. Turning, the white towel hammocked between her arms, she’d wrap me in rough wings, spread a palmful of lotion over me like icing. Now that slow lave’s for my infant daughter— I run my thumbs up her […]
At four, shivering with fever, I bit through the thermometer slipped under my tongue. Mercury! My mother’s anguish washed over me as I was rolled onto my side, a wet cloth around her finger, she dug frantically through my mouth. First memory of taste: not the milky […]
There is the sound and there is perception of the sound. What matters more— that which happens or that which hardens into memory? Consider how the crush of a train is louder in fog, how a song becomes the place and time in which […]