What it costs by Marge Piercy
"While / the heart kicks / like a strangled rabbit / and the lungs buckle / like poor balloons: / I will survive."
If They Come in the Night by Marge Piercy
I am changing. I don't know when it happened. I was out walking the other day, my mind blank, my fingers worrying a thread that has unraveled at the waist of my jeans, and I felt it: that shifting. It
To Have Without Holding by Marge Piercy
If I have been braver. To Have Without Holding Marge Piercy Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms rustling the sheets and