The Nightlife demonstrates Paschen’s versatility and formal mastery as she experiments with forms such as the pantoum, the villanelle and the tritina, as well as concrete poems and poems in free verse. Throughout this poetry collection, she interweaves lyric and narrative threads, creating a contrapuntal story-line. The book begins with a dive into deep water and ends with an opening into sky.
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|Publisher:||Red Hen Press|
|Product dimensions:||5.90(w) x 8.80(h) x 0.30(d)|
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The Wide Stars Above Our Sky
Class was called The Wide Stars Above Our Sky.
Charles and I enrolled while Shira planned her summer abroad helping those in need.
Across the kitchen table she unfurled a map, flattening it down with her palm,
then pointed to a small country near Russia.
Shira said, “Let’s check out that hot Peruvian-
Asian restaurant downtown.” I declined,
deciding to eat dinner with my parents instead.
Chai, the puppy, was eight weeks old. I plowed through snow to purchase a knee joint at Kriser’s so she would stop chewing the chairs and table.
Shira didn’t think she’d meet the right man in the tiny country adjoining Russia.
My graduate-school poetry professor offered the workshop every twenty minutes.
Black ice slicked down back alleys, intersections.
Monuments of snow barricaded sidewalks.
Charles transformed into my college boyfriend.
As we climbed into the blue Subaru
I forgot to explain that I already was married. We drove miles until we reached the summer college. My professor turned into a high-school friend, now TV host, who ambled
around the corner of the red brick building,
counting the cumulus clouds overhead.
He wore only a blue terry-cloth bathrobe.
I asked, “Will The Wide Stars Above Our Sky
begin on time?” The clock said four p.m.
That was when Shira’s plane took flight.