Posts by Deidre Farrington Schoolcraft

The Visitor

She comes to us in late summer, a starving creature with tattered tail and dull coat. My four-year-old squats down beside her, and she scuttles close to him, her tiny nose taking in his scent. She raises to her haunches, and looks at him with big eyes. “Be careful. She’s a wild animal. You don’t know what she’ll do.” Rabies! I think. She has Rabies or Lyme disease! She will

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I Wake Up Angry with Raymond Carver: For Maryann Burk Carver

I wake up angry with Raymond Carver (whom I love, who is long dead and cannot suffer my anger, cannot even pour me gin or offer cigarettes), for bestowing literary domain on Tess Gallagher. Tess had nothing to do with it. She showed up late to his curly, black hair and meticulous prose. It was Maryann, who traded her sixteen to his nineteen, Who bore his babies—the ones with the

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