Finally! Selected Poems of Melissa Green
It’s a celebratory week for Little Star because at long last the work of our beloved contributing editor Melissa Green becomes available in a new selected poems from Boston’s adventurous Arrowsmith Press. Melissa’s Squanicook Eclogues (read the title poem here) appeared to rapturous acclaim in 1987 but her subsequent work, like its reclusive author, has been nearly […]
Writers: Melissa Green
Melissa Green, artist
In a career replete with self-reinventions, our beloved contributing editor Melissa Green has recast herself as a forager of images, both from her native oceanfront landscape of the Winthrop, Massachusetts, and her own capacious imagination. We feature one in Little Star Weekly this week. It’s called “The Marsh at Evening.” Think of it as you read […]
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Melissa Green Remembers Walcott and Brodsky
When it became apparent by my mid-twenties that I could not live by myself or in communal housing or anywhere except the hospital, I moved in with my grandmother. I’d nearly died. I wished I had done. The ER had called my parents to break the news that I might not live until morning, and […]
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“Flight Into Egypt,” by Joseph Brodsky, translated by Melissa Green
…where the drover came from, no one knew. Their affinity made the heavens slate the desert for a miracle. There, they chose to light a fire and camp, the cave in a vortex of snow. Not divining his role, the Infant drowsed in a halo of curls that would quickly become accustomed to radiance. Its […]
Writers: Joseph Brodsky, Melissa Green
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“Phi,” by Melissa Green
I could not find the Golden Bowl, the Golden Bough, a golden wedding band I never saw the golden lights corona’d in my children’s hair, for they were not. I longed to love and wept out a sea’s worth as decades ticked by, ticked by and I began to slice my heart and feed upon […]
Writers: Melissa Green