Pigmalion’s Wife

by Catherine Daly

Originally published on October 1, 1997

I might have wondered at statues washed of gaudy color and thought nothing lost but paint. Despite their stories and their troubles, they now look arch, submissive, as alive as the death you breathed into her and into me. A color misnamed flesh, cool and warm brown, beige, these torsos miss wars, ornament, fraternity, lips [...]

No Paris

by Catherine Daly

Originally published on October 1, 1997

I can see the left bank, right bank, barges in between unable to negotiate current, moored. Dross races over the river surface. Docks tempt the Seine. Bubbles marooned in brackish water grandly tour no sewers. Souvenir erector sets, photos of gewgaws; nothing changes hands. No monkeys climb the tower. Gargoyles shut their eyes or have [...]

After September 22

by Catherine Daly

Originally published on October 1, 1997

Hospitality narrows from idle experiments of days to stale rooms like unwashed sheets. Shake out the acid sun. Dissolve, wan and pallid, like days, dwarfed and peaked last peppers, stems shrinking from their leaves. Fade like patio umbrellas, bleak and damp sand palaces. Retreat. Your mind is mild. Share the Love:Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend [...]