Primary Wonder, Age Three
Primary Wonder, Age Three Walking with our granddaughter Whispering and waving Our wings Sniffing for bats. What do you smell …
Tag Archives: Deborah J. Brasket
Hot Hills in Summer Heat, Revised
“I watch them every summer, the hot hills crouched like a lion beside the road, tawny skin pulled taut across …
“Looking for Bobby,” or Losing & Finding Ourselves
May is short story month, and in celebration I’m posting a short story I wrote years ago and published in …
Dawkins and the Wonder of It All
It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it no one thinks to …
Downward into Darkness on Extended Wings
Wallace Stevens’ poem “Sunday Morning” ends with these lines: We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old …
Love’s Duplicity
When I first fell in love, it was a hot thing—urgent, possessive, almost feverish at times. I truly saw love …
The Geometry, and Geography, of Love
I wrote these poems while still quite young, and very much in love, and loving the way our bodies “meet and …
