Permeable Divide by Ellen Rachlin We are together in a galaxy called Loss. Because I know nothing other than time and place and where to go to speak with you, I invented one for you. No light, no atmosphere needed to be who you once were. Since there's no fooling grief, and remembering is also what I do, forcing thought to etch you into sight, there is no time, no nothing— just spaces collapsed into immortality.
Word of the Week: defenestration (dee-fen-uh-STRAY-shun) Definition (Noun) 1 : a throwing of a person or thing out of a window 2 : a usually swift dismissal or expulsion (as from a political party or office) In Context "It's possible that nobody in Hollywood works harder than Tom Cruise, who, in his latest turn as Ethan Hunt, once again finds himself in a race against time after a mission goes wrong. Expect defenestration, helicopter crashes, and exploding motorbikes." Vogue (vogue.com), 22 May 2018
Word of the Week: kaput (kuh-PUT) Definition (Adjective) 1. utterly finished, defeated, or destroyed 2. unable to function : useless 3. hopelessly outmoded In Context "Sure, there are still top-billed behemoths capable of guaranteeing a strong opening, like Dwayne Johnson and Leonardo DiCaprio, but for the most part, the idea of a box office movie star is kaput." Brandon Katz, The Observer, 19 May 2018
Word of the Week: germane (jer-MAYN) Definition (Adjective) being at once relevant and appropriate : fitting In Context "'Most places we used to play have been demolished, and this one hasn't,' [Mick Jagger] said, and while he was mixing up his venues, his point was germane. Buildings, eras, styles of music, and the people that play them come and go. But the [Rolling] Stones carry on, seemingly immortal." Dan DeLuca, The Philadelphia Inquirer, 24 July 2019
State Fair Fireworks, Labor Day BY MARYANN CORBETT Look up: blazing chrysanthemums in rose shriek into bloom above the Tilt-a-Whirls, hang for a blink, then die in smoky swirls. They scream revolt at what the body knows: all revels end. We clap and sigh. Then, no— another rose! another peony! break, flame, roar, as though by roaring they might make the rides whirl in perpetuum. As though we need not finally, wearily turn, to plow back through the crush of bodies, the lank air, to buses that inch us, sweating, across town. As though we were not dropped in silence there to [...]
