You are invited to attend a reading by some of the most talented poets in the country. The time is 8pmET Tuesday, March 2.
an emptiness, too, in the bright
flicker of a cardinal on my back fence
Today, a bird invisible among the trees
cries Jericho Jericho Jericho O no O no
all the afternoon long.
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
Yes, there will be
daffodils in every stanza of this poem
because it is spring in Maine
I’ve been meaning to write about a patch of mossy
frogs’ eggs in a vernal pool, about a single contrail
chalking a blue November sky…
The season was autumn. Threads of smoke
unwound from the chimneys. Every compass pointed
He strides into storms, he wades into pools of silt.
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