“She reached toward him, and he took her hand again. Both were aware how thin and loose the skin on her hand felt, like onion-skin paper wrapped about a little cage of bone.”

“Dissecting our world by decades
has become a coping strategy
as our lives speed up and crash into each other
like atoms sinking in the daily sun.”

Lyn Lifshin: Reflections on a Life of Poetry

In the past, when asked for a poem, I’d write fifty. That is how I wrote books on Hitchcock, Marilyn Monroe, Blue Tattoo, and refugees.