Notes on Types of Poetry

You look at something you believe should be familiar but see something else, something unexpected. A moment of confusion, you are given a start, seeing something new or strange, out of place or off kilter, in place of what usually passes practically unnoticed. Some like that feeling; others do not. But the feeling, whatever it…

Old Towels

“A young ballplayer once dried his hands on me,” says a pale grey towel, the one with the red wine stain that would not wash out. “I was once a pretty lime green, like the tile through the chlorine of the fresh swimming pool where I used to lounge on a lemony table of iced tea.”…

How to Live Happily to 106: Happy Bloomsday, Mr. Leopold Bloom

Articles celebrating victims of extreme old age usually ask about diet, so let’s get that out of the way first: “Mr. Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod’s roes. Most of all…