Poet and essayist Adrienne Rich was one of America’s foremost public intellectuals. Widely read and hugely influential, Rich’s career spanned seven decades and has hewed…
By: Sylvia Plath On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. Faceless and pale as china The round sky goes on minding its…
By: Slyvia Plath All right, let’s say you could take a skull and break it The way you’d crack a clock; you’d crush the bone…
By: Franz Kafka Often when I see dresses with many pleats and frills and flounces, draped beautifully over beautiful bodies, then I think to myself…
By: Maya Angelou The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in…
By: Adam Zagajewski (translated by Clare Cavanagh) I could never say anything about my mother: how she repeated, you’ll regret it someday, when I’m not around anymore, and…
Voices whisper in your ear; Sweetest nothings, greatest fears. All your life your friend is there, Waiting with a tale to share. Threats are blown…
Keira, 16 I’ve had depression for three years, and I used to hate the way my illness had changed me. I thought I could never…
November 30, 2011: The Three Emilys These women crying in my head Walk alone, uncomforted: The emilys these three Cry to be set free- And…
My father and I play checkers In profile. He sits on the couch, leans forward on his elbow, there’s A low coffee table between us….
