Sarah Sarais Comments
Front Yard (I Have No Mythology)
I was making my yearly (or so) grand tour of Elizabeth Bishops poetry, and as such things do, Front Yard appeared. Much in this poem is autobiographicalas opposed to other of my work. My grandmothers death, my father going outside to our front lawn on Long Island when he heard, seven-year-old me taking his hand to comfort him. After he died in the 80s, he visited me, in a manner of speaking, for two years. Its a family tradition, for the dead to visit the living. In the 90s when I moved back to Manhattan, where he grew up, he showed up to accompany me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. He loved Goya. I needed the living; he needed peace. Agreements were reached. The poem was published in my collection The Future Is Happy (BlazeVOX, 2009).
Maybe Not So Big, Winner Take All, In the Lords Name
For a while it seemed like every poem I wrote was the equivalent of a Major Arcana in a Tarot deck, freighted and intense. I opted to elicit a change and these are my suppliation to the muse. (In the Lords Name was published in my collection, The Future Is Happy. All Things Are Things was published in Thirteen Myna Birds, 2009.)
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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 28 | Spring 2010