Giving Away Mom

My mother’s name invades my writing room: the big, black, bold ANNE SEXTON jumping off the spine of Self-Portrait In Letters, a volume I edited when I was twenty-one, immediately after her suicide. Arranged on four of my many shelves are several rows of her books, both in English and in foreign translation, neither alphabetized…

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My River

My new home is on a river with wide sweeping views: the Rhode in Edgewater, Maryland, to be precise. Right now the water has a little chop to it, and it is gray, because the day is overcast. We’ve just moved in and find ourselves transfixed by the amazing sunsets to the south, as well.…

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