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The Trust Spiral

Restoring faith in the media

Dear Prudence

A life of exuberance and eccentricity

Who’s Afraid of Alice Munro?

A long-awaited biography gives the facts, but not the mystery, behind this writer’s genius


My grandmother pinked all the seams,

protecting them with zig and zag

from an unravelling of the weave.

She taught me how to set in sleeves,

face a collar, match a plaid.

But above all insisted I pink the seams

that season of patterns and gabardine

so no dress would have a ragged edge

from an unravelling of the weave.

Outside our shade-drawn cool, heat

and prairie wind left corn fields frayed.

My grandmother pinked all the seams

while mourning doves relentlessly

called from poplar trees, unravelling

the hours, the griefs of the weave.

Bending to fabric, pattern, shears,

the needle’s eye blind to hopes mislaid,

my grandmother pinked all the seams

against the unravelling of the weave.


Sue Chenette wrote the documentary poem What We Said, about her first-hand experiences as a social worker
during Lyndon Johnson’s War on Poverty. Her latest collection, Clavier, Paris, Alyssum, is due out this fall.

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