You run your hand just so very slowly over the dark sewn fabric of this Bedouin dress – you feel three thousand years rough up against the color of your skin against the colors of your memory you tell me “When I wear this dress I always come out red” and I, looking at the rustle in you, say “You must look good all red” and the brightness of your hair is lit up by the shine of your eyes so predictable a beauty but your laughter always surprising and new like this dress so many years in the making with so many hidden desert places so many deep crevices in the heart
Sam Hamod – please see author’s full bio on the home page, in additional works, and on the author’s page.
Nobody rules. They all take turns. I can never tell who will chase who playing war over the couch and chairs, round and round again until suddenly they stop as if a whistle blew in their heads. Five of them, aged fifteen to two. Who will curl together making one cushion of patchwork fur? Who will painstakingly lick a friend, washing for an hour. Who will growl at their friend of last hour? The one rule is where each sleeps at night, their spot in the bed and with whom. It is written in bone.
Marge Piercy has published 18 poetry collections including Colors Passing Through Us, What Are Big Girls Made Of?, The Art of Blessing the Day, and most recently The Crooked Inheritance, all from Knopf. She has written seventeen novels, most recently Sex Wars from Morrow/Harper Collins, who published her memoir, Sleeping with Cats. Two of her earlier novels, Vida and Dance the Eagle to Sleep are being reprinted by PM Press in 2011. In March, Knopf published a second volume of Marge’s selected poems, The Hunger Moon.