Marge Piercy

ONEVICTORIA WAS READING the enormous book their landlady on Greene Street kept in her parlor. She was lying in bed with her temporary lover, Charlie, who was sleeping in on his back, snoring lightly. She doubted anybody else had bothered with the book, for some pages were still uncutthe Orations of...

The twelve-spoked wheel flashing A turn of the wheel, I thrust up with effort pushing, braced and sweating, then easy over down into sleep, body idle, and the sweet loamy smell of the earth, a turn of the twelve-spoked wheel flashing. I have tried to forge my life whole, round, integral as the...