Robin Shectman‘s poems have appeared in numerous journals, including American Scholar and Beloit Poetry Journal.
Poetry
Winter 1989
The Comet Visits the City
We stood in the backyard, and we reckoned from the fence to the telephone wires, binoculars in hand. Behind the gray of streetlights, houselights, carlights, there it was after all: […]
Poetry
Winter 1989
House of the Black Glass
They are pure shape, these black glass vases my mother gave me. They lie under the flowers I have picked, gifts of shadow where there are no roots, holding up […]
Poetry
Winter 1989
The Death of a Friend
For Mary It is mostly her face, a moon-wide face, that I think of, telling the funny stories, keeping straight. She taught children to speak the language of their neighbors. […]
Weekend Reads
House of the Black Glass
From The Kenyon Review, New Series, Winter 1989, Vol. XI, No. 1 They are pure shape, these black glass vases my mother gave me. They lie under the flowers I […]