Wayne Miller – Parable of Childhood

“Dad thought of his own father, who’d died a year before the boy was born. A long suffering—until at last his body had filled with snow. No one knows what death is, dad said. I wish I had a better answer for you.”

Louise Glück – Parable of the Swans

“On the muddy water they bickered awhile, in the fading light, until the bickering grew slowly abstract, becoming part of their song after a little longer.”

Miller Oberman – Taharah

“remembering, as you go about your holy ritual, how frightening it is to be naked before another, at the mercy of a stranger’s eyes, without even any breath.”

Rosmarie Waldrop – Aging

“Distant galaxies are moving away from us. Friends, lovers, family. Even the sky shifts toward red”