When a Woman Loves a Man – David Lehman

When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, “I’ll never speak to you again,”
she means, “Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window.”

He’s supposed to know that. Continue reading


Blackberrying – Sylvia Plath

Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries
Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes Continue reading

Free Thursday Adventures! (maybe this will be a thing?)

It’s official. I’ve been in London for exactly one month today, not counting the weekend in Dublin a while back. Wow. I feel like we’ve been so incredibly busy, but I still haven’t taken enough advantage of being here! As I learned today, I’m still a bit on the clueless side when transporting myself out of South Kensington. Continue reading