Driving Me Away by Erica Jong  Driving me away is easier than saying goodbye- kissing the air, the last syllable of truth being always two...

  Erica Jong in Venice Flying At Forty by Erica Jong You call me courageous,  I who grew up gnawing on books, as some kids gnaw on bubble gu...

  Erica Jong Catching Up  by Erica Jong We sit on a rock to allow our souls to catch up with us. We have been traveling a long time. Behind ...

  Colette Dear Colette  by Erica Jong Dear Colette, I want to write to you about being a woman for that is what you write to me. I want to t...

  EL HUASO Y LA LAVANDERA,1835 Juan Mauricio Rugendas THE DIRTY LAUNDRY POEM By Erica Jong This is the dirty laundry poem because we have tr...

  Maggie Smith GOOD BONES by Maggie Smith Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a th...

AT YOUR AGE, I WORE A DARKNESS by Maggie Smith several sizes too big. It hung on me like a mother’s dress. Even now, as we speak, I am stitc...

  STITCHES by Maggie Smith Twice they opened me and twice, after sewing me shut, they said the thread would dissolve, they said my body woul...

  RECLINING WOMAN BY WILL BARNET I’m Reconsidering Burial by Maggie Smith because if I were lying in that narrow twin bed under the sod, you...

    Illustration by Triunfo Arciniegas THE MASTER by Donald Hall   Where the poet stops, the poem begins. The poem asks only that the poet g...

  Poems to remember ‘He lived inside poetry’: Toby Jones and Helena Bonham Carter perform poems in memory of lost loved ones Actors includin...