A Web Del Sol Featured Writer Dorianne Laux Death is not romantic. He is dying, no matter how I see it, no matter what I believe, that fact is stark and one dimensional, atonal, a black note on an empty staff. Sketch by Michael Kopacz Dorianne Laux was born in 1952 in Augusta, Maine and is of Irish, French and Algonquin Indian heritage. Between the ages of 18 and 30 she worked as a gas station ...

A Poem by Dorianne Lux By Robert Hass May 10, 1998 Here, for Mother's Day, is a poem from What We Carry by Dorianne Laux (BOA Editions). I like the mother in this poem, rendered in the vivid, circumstantial style of contemporary autobiographical poetry. The gesture with which the poem ends intrigues me: The Ebony Chickering My mother cooked with lard she kept in coffee cans beneath the kitchen ...