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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 · 4 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

Doug Anderson: My mind is weighted toward sorrow

My mind is weighted toward sorrow
and I feel unbalanced when I walk.
There are old rooms there, certainly,
that I’ve now abandoned, with their coffee spills
and unmade beds…

July 30, 2020 · 3 Comments

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 · 5 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

Video: Rouba’s Manifesto

“If you want to change the world, make your life about others. And everything will come back to you.” — Dr. Rouba Mhaissen

July 26, 2020 · Leave a comment

Allen Ginsberg: Sunflower Sutra

Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery.

July 26, 2020 · 5 Comments

Michael Simms: Praise the Poet

Empires fall and buildings crumble, but songs and stories survive.

July 25, 2020 · 15 Comments

Miriam Levine: Surfer at Wellfleet

It’s freezing
in the afterglow when he finally rises on his one long ride home.

July 25, 2020 · 3 Comments

Mike Schneider: Rain-Father of Narcissism & the Inner Tyrant

Remembering Tony Hoagland (1953-2018)

July 24, 2020 · 5 Comments

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