Poetry
“Young Girl on a Bench”
Will he paint my face
like he painted my auntie’s,
bright as a summer platter,
eyes like shoe buttons,
and all the colours loose,
shimmering, as if the world were a river?
Only One Heart
> “There is only one heart in my body, have mercy / on me”
(“One Heart,” Walking on Martha’s Vineyard)
Franz Wright, the Pulitzer-Prize winning poet, grew up shrouded in a legacy of
You do not need to fall to your knees to beg
In the awful immensity of your bed late at night.
Early Dark
The tree holds on
to a few scrawny leaves.
When I couldn’t make enough
milk, I cried
watching the carpet fibers bloat
with liquid, the night I spilled
what little I had.