Tag Archives: Rachel Zucker

Monday poem

This was one of the poetry selections by the American Academy of Poets for Mother’s Day–it seems to me a sort of love poem from a mother to a teenage child. I like its strange title. Hours Days Years Unmoor … Continue reading

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Here’s an odd little poem I came across: Astragaloi We know there must be consciousness in things, In bits of gravel pecked up by a hen To grind inside her crop, and spider silk Just as it hardens stickily in … Continue reading

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A morning in the room of available time

This morning, I open one of the four books on my desk, Mothers, by Rachel Zucker. I have to read it right away even though I only took it out on Wednesday, because someone at UC requested it and now … Continue reading

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