Eating Poetry (XI) – “These Bloody Days Have Broken My Heart”

These bloody days have broken my heart. My lust, my youth did them depart, And blind desire of estate. Who hastes to climb seeks to revert. Of truth, circa Regna tonat. A popular term in literary and cultural scholarship is “intersection.” Scholars have interests in intersections – the conceptual points at which two or more […]

Eating Poetry* (X)

Shopping for Pomegranates at Wal-Mart on New Year’s Day by Campbell McGrath Beneath a ten-foot-tall apparition of Frosty the Snowman with his corncob pipe and jovial, over-eager, button-black eyes, holding, in my palm, the leathery, wine-colored purse of a pomegranate, I realize, yet again, that America is a country about which I understand everything and […]