Whenever I look at birds, whether this astonishingly beautiful Silver Pheasant of Southeast Asia photographed by ZW Young, or the drab sparrows outside my windows, I am thrilled. Their aerial agilities, their feathers, their evolutionary history from varieties of dinosaurs, they never cease to astonish. How sad our world would be without them. And as IContinue reading “2022”

The Good Mom

When I became a mother, I was terrified. As the youngest in my family, and without cousins or friends nearby requiring babysitting, my experience with infants was practically nil. This in high contrast to my husband’s family, sprung from the fertile substrate of the Abruzzese hills, rich in their family life if not in theirContinue reading “The Good Mom”


The Metalsmith for A: husband, artist, polio survivor In the tick, click, tick on tile the brace nicks and crutches thump. Iron strips stiffen the upper lip of bone. Hammer life down cold, quench the buckling heat of shame and pain to steel. To steal—to step up, to get up, move on, forge two mindsContinue reading “Metalsmith/”

Philomena’s Daughter

She is not benign. She has riven my nights with sighs— Clings, delicious, to the memory of young men leaping at the edge of day from high school windows into St. John’s cemetery: above the abattoir, the mills, the stink of smelter fumes rending Manayunk’s hills in 1929. Manayunk—Lenni Lenape Indian name “where we goContinue reading “Philomena’s Daughter”