
To My Husband: A Soldier’s Holiday
What joy I have of you, and how it comes Is for the pipe and for the drums, Is for the underpinning thump and shish of twenty thumbs Beneath the… Read more To My Husband: A Soldier’s Holiday →
What joy I have of you, and how it comes Is for the pipe and for the drums, Is for the underpinning thump and shish of twenty thumbs Beneath the… Read more To My Husband: A Soldier’s Holiday →
American elections: like a sixteen-year-old girl, we are ever questing for our new hero. He must be someone who will treat us like an equal while protecting us from all the things we can’t handle about adult life. He must do this with the understanding that we get to dump him in a few years. Sooner, if he’s really, really abusive. We search the profiles of our prospective political lovers; are thrilled and despondant by turns. They take us on dates to rallies that rival the excitement of a rock concert. They… Read more American Elections – Confessions of a Former Monarchy →