Hurry By Marie Howe We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store and the gas station and the green market and Hurry up honey, I say, hurry, as she runs along two or three [...]

The Copper Beech By Marie Howe Immense, entirely itself, it wore that yard like a dress, with limbs low enough for me to enter it and climb the crooked ladder to where I could lean against [...]

Singularity Marie Howe (after Stephen Hawking) Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity we once were? so compact nobody needed a bed, or food or money— nobody hiding in the school bathroom [...]

So That's Who I Remind Me Of When I consider men of golden talents, I'm delighted, in my introverted way, To discover, as I'm drawing up the balance, How much we have in common, I [...]