Recreation and Sports

The Stenographers – P.K. Page

December 22, 2012August 8, 2020 Author

After the brief bivouac of Sunday, their eyes, in the forced march of Monday to Saturday, hoist the white flag, flutter in the snow-storm of paper, haul it down and crack in the mid-sun of temper. In the pause between the first draft and the carbon they glimpse the smooth hours when they were children– the ride in the ice-cart, the ice-man’s name, the end…

For She Is A Tree Of Life – Marge Piercy

October 2, 2012May 4, 2020 Author

In the cramped living room of my childhood between sagging rough-skinned sofa that made me itch and swaybacked chair surrounded by ashtrays where my father read every word of the paper shrouded in blue smoke, coughed rusty phlegm and muttering doom, the rug was a factory oriental and the pattern called tree of life. My mother explained as we plucked a chicken tree of…