Winter 2023 (Volume LXXV, No. 4)

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Letter Written During a January Northeaster: a poem by Anne Sexton

Monday Dearest, It is snowing, grotesquely snowing upon the small faces of the dead. Those dear loudmouths, gone for over a year, buried side by side like little wrens. But why should I complain? The dead turn over casually, thinking: Good! No visitors today. My window, which is not a grave, is dark with my […]