A Day To Say
Phyllis Stowell2016-11-30T10:09:00-07:00In memorium Donald Sandner A day to say no to the tribal picnic no to the walk with Lois [...]
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MATTER
Phyllis Stowell2016-12-06T10:15:55-07:00In the middle of the night I struggle to imagine a way not to act a way to withdraw to solitary walks where the sea slides back into itself [...]
MATTER
Phyllis Stowell2016-12-06T10:15:55-07:00In the middle of the night I struggle to imagine a way not to act a way to withdraw to solitary walks where the sea slides back into itself [...]
ENEMIES
Phyllis Stowell2016-11-27T12:59:34-07:00Only now has it occurred to me to wish them well since by hemorrhaging let's say Will I learned to stand and be and stand against and stand within the [...]
SWIMMING IN IT
Phyllis Stowell2016-09-08T12:01:43-07:00Not in a school veering willy-nilly your head never turning you could choose swerving never looking sidewise or behind but how would you know you were not we when where [...]
STATIONS IN THE METRO
Phyllis Stowell2016-09-08T11:57:09-07:00She dozes in the Metro. Sèvres-Babylone under the Bon Marché, and Hôtel Lutetia, requisitioned by Nazis, 1940. Nose in a book?— alarms buzz—the train doors are closing. She is lost [...]
Zbigniew Herbert: Pebble
Phyllis Stowell2016-12-06T10:15:55-07:00Here is the translation of Zbigniew Herbert’s famous poem “Kamyk,” as Czeslaw Milosz as I first published it in 1968: the pebble is a perfect creature equal to itself mindful [...]
Imagine a Man Turning His Face
Phyllis Stowell2016-07-15T17:54:03-07:00Imagine a man turning his face to hide his tears a man whose memory won't let go the blur of sand in a pit the shouting his father's naked body [...]
Winter Moths
Phyllis Stowell2016-07-04T17:22:11-07:00Discombobulated, the winter moths fall from the overarching trees and are caught in my headlights on the rough white road to the Castellare. They look like tipsy snowflakes swarming for [...]
Chimera
Phyllis Stowell2016-12-06T10:15:55-07:00Now I shall tell of things that change, new being Out of old: since you, O Gods, created Mutable arts and gifts, give me the voice To tell the shifting [...]