Psalm by Paisley Rekdal
Too soon, perhaps, for fruit. And the broad branches,
ice-sheathed early, may bear none. But still the woman…
Perhaps the World Ends Here -by Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live…
Oysters by Seamus Heaney
Our shells clacked on the plates.
My tongue was a filling estuary…
This Is Just To Say -by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums…
