Category Archives: Olds Sharon

I Could Not Tell by Sharon Olds

I could not tell I had jumped off that bus, that bus in motion, with my child in my arms, because I did not know it. I believed my own story: I had fallen, or the bus had started up … Continue reading

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I Go Back to May 1937 by Sharon Olds

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out under the ochre sandstone arch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood behind his head, I see my mother with a … Continue reading

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The Victims by Sharon Olds

When Mother divorced you, we were glad. She took it and took it in silence, all those years and then kicked you out, suddenly, and her kids loved it. Then you were fired, and we grinned inside, the way people … Continue reading

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The Connoisseur of Slugs by Sharon Olds

When I was a connoisseur of slugs I would part the ivy leaves, and look for the naked jelly of those cold bodies, translucent strangers glistening along the stones, slowly, their gelatinous bodies at my mercy. Made mostly of water, … Continue reading

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