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Alexis Rhone Fancher: Post Mortem

It’s the last time, I swear, except this time I mean it. The last time I mourn Kate so hard I don’t eat, unless you consider alcohol a meal. The last time I drive drunk the five miles to Chuck’s house, at midnight, despondent, disheveled, swigging Stoli…

August 10, 2020 · Leave a comment

Philip Levine: Red Dust

I do not believe in sorrow;
it is not American.

August 9, 2020 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: Oh Darlin’

The intimacy
Of strangers is luminous, the way
We wish well for the man who lost
His car keys, the woman coming in
Out of the rain, the girl who missed
Her bus, the boy who stutters.

August 8, 2020 · 11 Comments

Yehuda Amichai: A Child is Something Else Again

A child is something else again. Wakes up
in the afternoon and in an instant he’s full of words,
in an instant he’s humming, in an instant warm,
instant light, instant darkness.

August 7, 2020 · Leave a comment

Donald Krieger: Hiroshima Haiku

memorial bridge
ahead and in my rearview
winged souls drift by

August 6, 2020 · 2 Comments

Tayve Neese: Blessing the Locusts

Let them, in their fixation,
make one song from a thousand bodies.

August 5, 2020 · 2 Comments

Peter Schireson: Kindling

even years later,
I still feel
nothing

August 4, 2020 · 2 Comments

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: There was a Room in Antwerp

There was a room in Antwerp I loved so much
I never filled it with books, a bed, or a table.
It was alive with its own clarity

August 3, 2020 · 3 Comments

Audio: Wendell Berry reads ‘The Peace of Wild Things’

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be…

August 2, 2020 · 1 Comment

Dawn Potter: Confused Prayer

Faith is a tattered blanket in this age
of fear: a drape of old skin, soul’s girth
swelling with sugar-song, a late-stage
hymn soldering heaven to earth

August 1, 2020 · 2 Comments

Edna St. Vincent Millay: “Parisian Dream” by Charles Baudelaire

And, proud of what my art had done,
I viewed my painting, knew the great
Intoxicating monotone
Of marble, water, steel and slate.

July 31, 2020 · Leave a comment

Sandy Solomon: Lost, Departed, Late

In the Serengeti four elephants rest without heads,
bodies rising like boulders from the plain…

July 29, 2020 · 1 Comment

José Alcantara: Countertop

The granite comes all the way from India,
but when I look closely, I see nebulae.

July 28, 2020 · 4 Comments

Lauren Camp: Leather World, This Bird, This Sky

I came here from temporary
and perpetual rages—the whole sky
of wind. Secret birds
take the ruin of garden.

July 27, 2020 · Leave a comment

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