after Wallace Stevens (for Elisabeth Eisele Rohrer) 1. Lina whirls in the autumn winds. Her father scolds, You would laugh if bombs were falling on your head. She knows Hitler offends God. Why does laughter offend Him? 2. Some Saturday nights, while the family sleeps, she sits astride her youngest brother’s bike, and they ride... Continue Reading →

1.My mother and I sit at her kitchen table. Our coffee cups glow in lateafternoon light. My father, sweaty from yard work, snores in his living roomchair. Perhaps it is the smell of cut grass filling the house. She tells me howFrench Moroccan soldiers marched through her village after Germanysurrendered. They were given one day... Continue Reading →