Strange Companions

I'm teaching Sharon Olds tomorrow at Polytech, so this week I've been re-immersing myself in her work. I'd forgotten how good it is. You remember the sex, the violence, the big-ticket melodrama of her relationship with her father. But I'd forgotten how much she writes of sheer physical joy – how good it feels to …

Tuesday Poem – “Ukritye”, by Mario Petrucci

(Chernobyl, 1986) Even the robots refuse. Down tools. Jerk up their blocked heads, shiver in invisible hail. Helicopters spin feet from disaster, caught in that upwards cone of technicide – then ditch elsewhere, spill black running guts. Not the Firemen. In rubber gloves and leather boots they walk upright, silent as brides. Uppers begin to …