‘Tasting Note for Grief #17’ by Karen McCarthy Woolf

Tasting Note for Grief #17 after Do Ho Suh’s Staircase 3 Long and complex on the palate rage attacks the tastebuds, a territorial robin whose wings coruscate the epiglottis, insidious as rust in a cut. Her jaw has started to clamp. Remembering is a port wine stain.                     Similes are useless on this red staircase that ascends: an upside down madder root feeling its way to … Continue reading ‘Tasting Note for Grief #17’ by Karen McCarthy Woolf