Rhina P. Espaillat

My friend insists he wants me to be saved. He argues that my soul will come to grief unless it’s rescued from my unbelief by Jesus”though I’m fairly well behaved, and not, as sinners go, a perfect ten. My friend’s a poet”hunter too”at both pursuits relentless in . . . . Continue Reading »

Madwomen:The Locas Mujeres Poems of Gabriela Mistral translated by Randall Couch University of Chicago Press, 160 pages, $25 We all know the risks involved in returning to old loves: the places, books, films, and music we knew when we where young, anything remembered with affection. Altered by . . . . Continue Reading »