Delta – Adrienne Rich
This poem actually reads: “My story flows in more than one direction / a delta springing from the riverbed with its five fingers spread.” Delta by Adrienne Rich
Category: Non-Fiction
One Death – Geraldine Connolly
When my grandmother was dying in her soft bed in the corner of my aunt’s farmhouse kitchen, we all sat with her, even the children staring at the white, shut face, masked in a rapture of its own while all the noisy racket of death filled the air, lungs letting go, blood about to rise in a purple wash, the pot of bones…