Dorothea Lange: Migrant Mother (1936) After the peas freeze on the vine, they feed on wild birds. Then they feed on dust. Hunger grows fat on their flesh. It climbs up their sleep into their...
|
Joan I. Siegel Hiroshima 1991 The woman says: Everyone ran to the river and jumped in. There I found my father, a miracle. We floated downstream with all the burning dead. The man says: I...
|
Joan I. Siegel Interim The geese are gone. Silence has moved in and the lake creaks like some preglacial beast in its tight skin. Ice cracks between rocks, scars the bark of trees. The air is...
|