HIS REFRIGERATOR WAS DISAPPOINTING
Not neat
Not even clean
Shelves caked thick
Clots of hardened food, yellowed yolks
A green tinged Brie
One lone can of tuna
In the ice cave called freezer
Our future
Absolut and Double Delight
—from Rattle #19, Summer 2003
Tribute to the Twenty-Minute Poem
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Anne-Marie Castleberg: “A phrase from W.B. Yeats’ ‘When You Are Old’ led me to acknowledge a side of myself that I had long denied: ‘But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you. And loved the sorrows of your changing face.’ I am that soul, a pilgrim on a journey. Not just the computer consultant, the mother, wife, grandmother. Poetry and writing keep me sane; they are navigation aids; they ground me in the moment and confirm where I’ve been.”
