Not the dog whimpering on the street corner, not even the chimpanzee. Only our eyes brim over from what is further than words and closer to the pig’s muddy hoof, the dark of a lion’s mouth. Our tears, salty like the sea of our beginnings – no wonder the haunting vastness […]
Like the old rockets let go, one by one, of their silver-black boosters, until they are just a small space capsule, light enough and free from the earth’s atmosphere – I’m middle aged and watch you fall away from me, Father, pale in your gray business suit, looking a little old and […]
Have to sail at an angle, never directly into the wind – other things too – can’t look right at the sun, the world, only visible in the light that falls around it; and in books as well, the best drawn characters most often evolve through indirection: a lipstick smear on […]
Sally Bliumis-Dunn talks about her poem “Father.”
Sally Bliumis-Dunn talks about the most pleasurable and painful aspects of writing.