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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Robert Frost: The Need of Being Versed in Country Things

Now the chimney was all of the house that stood,
Like a pistil after the petals go.

September 11, 2020 · 4 Comments

Doug Anderson: Green Fire

When the captain got old
and sick, he had the same
nightmare every night

September 10, 2020 · 3 Comments

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: So, how are you?

So, how are you? friends ask, all kindness & concern,
heads cocked, eyes locked in mine.
&, just like that, I’m his again:
his wife, his widow

September 9, 2020 · 4 Comments

José Alcantara: The National Association of Information Destruction

I bet you think I made that up,that this is some dystopian anti-elegy,
and that I am another Cassandra, bemoaning
a distant, inevitable future, but I saw it,
not ten minutes ago…

September 8, 2020 · 2 Comments

Karen Friedland: Tattered Curtains

they’re taking down
all the big trees in his back yard,
and next the shrubs, and now the small house itself

September 7, 2020 · 7 Comments

Henry Beston: A Year of life on the Great Beach of Cape Cod

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.

September 6, 2020 · 1 Comment

John Clare: The Thunder Mutters

The thunder mutters louder & more loud
With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake

September 4, 2020 · 1 Comment

Gerry LaFemina: All These Lamps and Yet —

I used to believe in enlightenment, in an age of it coming. I believed, too, in love with a capital L, believed in the upper case abstractions, believed I could list the capitols of Europe where I believed I’d visit. At least I got that last one right.

September 3, 2020 · 3 Comments

Joan E. Bauer: The Sisterhood of Buddleias

Sarah plants a butterfly bush
for the purple, nectar-rich splendor in a pot.
Hannah wants some pink extravagance
to beckon hummingbirds.

September 2, 2020 · 1 Comment

Video: September 1, 1939, By W.H. Auden. Read by Doug Anderson

There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.

September 1, 2020 · 4 Comments

Jose Padua: Ten Sonnets for Electric Motherfuckers

What thou lovest well remains electric like the ocean’s
breaking waves; what you break turns dialectic like
a brick thrown through the window of an oligarch’s
flagship store.

August 30, 2020 · 5 Comments

Audio: Gil Scott-Heron | Home Is Where the Hatred Is

Home is where the needle marks
Try to heal my broken heart

August 29, 2020 · 3 Comments

Gary Margolis: Ending the War

one morning
in August, she can walk
away from her fury
of pines, and catch
her breath

August 29, 2020 · 3 Comments

Emily Dickinson: She dealt her pretty words like Blades

She dealt her pretty words like Blades–
How glittering they shone—
And every One unbared a Nerve
Or wantoned with a Bone—

August 28, 2020 · Leave a comment

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