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At Rashad Psychiatric Hospital (Baghdad 2004) They say they'll come back for me my brothers I don't trust them the nurse locks me in this room windows barred like a bird's cage I sit on the...

Letter to My Mother (June 2010)

Letter to My Mother Early October sky wears more gray than your old wool sweater. Wind chills my neck like the string of pearls left on your dresser. Three months since we shoveled earth's dust...

Childhood (April 2009)

Childhood Reuters Photo: Indian Girl The New York Times (April 22, 2001) When will you come, Monkey God, protector of children— swoop from the mountain, carry her home? Eyes scrape the...

N. in Baghdad (January 2009)

If I walk and look down at my feet I will only see my feet walking on the sidewalk. Then I will know I am still alive. And the body of the dead woman in the gutter is someone else. The stench I...

Perennial (October 2007)

18 Commonweal . October 26, 2007 Perennial While we slept last night, late October frost passed over the garden like the angel of death, shriveling the purple heads of cone flowers....

Sleep Walker (September 2007)

Commonweal . September 14, 2007 8 Short Take Me, Not We Gordon Marino WHAT AILS OUR HEALTH-CARE SYSTEM Iwas in a funk not long ago, and a person in a funk sometimes makes bad...

Jan Vermeer: Woman in Blue Reading a Letter (1663)\The Mother of Joan of Arc (March 2007)

16 Two Poems by Joan I. Siegel Jan Vermeer: Woman in Blue Reading a Letter (1663) She travels toward him only so far as her hands have traveled the map so far as her hands have traveled the...

Burial (November 2005)

o8 o o Burial He leaves only the body that has failed him-a house robbed of its treasure, the eerie silence after thieves have fled. Tongue and bone, the brain's light years of...

Hyacinth for the Soul (March 2005)

Hyacinth for the Soul Bake two loaves of bread, my mother used to say. Give one away and plant a hyacinth for the soul. I never understood and she did not explain. It was one of those sayings...

At My Mother's Bedside (May 2003)

At My Mother's Bedside At the edge her legs thin as tree roots hanging above a river thirst for the icy current to pull her into the fish swells drag her through weeds to the soft sand the...

To My Daughter (December 2001)

To My Daughter When it comes time let all the words be spoken that must be so that I may take your voice with me for the next ten billion centuries mine will be with you like a packet of...

Falling Asleep to your Mother Playing Chopin (June 1999)

Falling Asleep to Your Mother Playing Chopin You have known this music all your life years from now you are an old woman lying in a dark room alone with nothing to do anymore while eyes and...

Generations (May 1999)

THE LAST W O R IF YOU LOVE A BOOK, ABUSE IT Katharine Byrne rare, serious housecleaning effort recently required that I move through the house, taking all the books off the shelves...

Poetry (May 1995)

POEMS Joan I. Siegel My Mother at Eighty-One Fear is the blue shadow under her eyes where the skin is fragile as the porcelain teacup I broke years ago. Her voice floats on top of her...

Poetry (December 1994)

Joan I. Siegel Arctic Tern At a certain moment he lifts himself into the air and rows under the stars like a tiny boat the ocean could break in two. He doesn't look back or wonder about...

Poetry (April 1991)

underway, the tenants themselves sent a letter to Mr. C listing particularly onerous violations and noting their grievances. The letter was sent by certified mail on May 15 and received in...

Siegel, Lee

SIEGEL, SEYMOUR

Sigal, Clancy

Sigal, Leon V.

Sigcrson, George

Sigmund, Paul E

Sigmund, Paul E.

Sigmund, Paul E. Jr.

Signer, Michael A.

SILBERSACK, JOHN

Silcox, Claris Edwin

Silk, Mark