The Delicacy and Strength of Lace

Leslie Marmon Silko + James Wright

“I guess I am still surprised at the feeling we had for him — to realize that without wanting to, without any reason to, he had been dear to us. We are told we should love only the good and the beautiful, and these are defined for us so narrowly. Monday I will be 31.”

All of this and more, written to a stranger, about a rooster. But what else is there to say for this brief and perfect collection? This collection written between writers who met only twice: first at a reading, and then a hospital bed? A punch to the gut that lands you flat on your back in a field of tall, soft grasses… that has you looking up at a red-jeweled sky.