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Doug Anderson: Orchid

Finally, a small wind to move the curtains.
Hot in this upstairs room. Outside,
the dogs sleep on the cool concrete floor
of the garage.

August 10, 2019 · Leave a comment

Philip Terman: Such Abundance

When he called for help,
they put him on hold
longer than he could stand
and he broke
the phone in half.

August 8, 2019 · 1 Comment

Chris Hedges: War and Memory

I asked my grandmother after he left what was wrong with him. “The war,” she said acidly.

July 24, 2019 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: That Quotation from the Talmud

I understand the world will be what it is
when I’m dead. I sometimes look at my hands
and know they are not mine. This body on loan.

July 9, 2019 · 1 Comment

Lynn Emanuel: Some Notes on Intoxication and Simile

If my mother had not been an alcoholic, I might not have been a poet.

June 23, 2019 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Company

She left him food and locked him in the house
to go to work. No blame, no money

June 20, 2019 · Leave a comment

Doug Anderson: I once flew in my dreams

I once flew in my dreams.
Then I read a book
that taught me how to control it.

May 25, 2019 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: Afterlife

My old friends are pretty much the same, a little slower getting out of their chairs, but the who of them always there beneath the skin – soul? I’ve become … Continue reading

April 18, 2019 · 2 Comments

Audio: Martin Luther King — Beyond Vietnam: A Time To Break Silence

Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. – April 4, 1967 – Beyond Vietnam: A Time To Break Silence [Full and unabridged] “Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence“, also referred as Riverside … Continue reading

April 4, 2019 · Leave a comment

Doug Anderson: I am eating my shame

The dishes are scattered around me and the dogs won’t touch the scraps. You who have condemned me take back what belongs to you, for you are not pure. If … Continue reading

March 28, 2019 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: In These Times

The fawn was lost, it seemed to me, stumbling through the foggy field and disappearing. I went after it, not knowing why, thought I might help somehow. Wanted to hold … Continue reading

March 12, 2019 · Leave a comment

Doug Anderson: Awakened at two thirty by love

The noise of my life is still sleeping,and the self beneath myself enters the room.I say, I hope I’ve not abandoned you,my better brother. He says, no — I’m here all … Continue reading

February 14, 2019 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Only the hard things remain

Only the hard things remain. That bucket with the bottom rusted out won’t do. That old horse will – see how he still runs toward the barn when he hears … Continue reading

February 7, 2019 · 3 Comments

Doug Anderson: Christmas

When I was a child and miserable and love stopped at every house but mine I’d go to sleep wishing for an angel, that she’d emanate from the dark and … Continue reading

December 25, 2018 · 6 Comments

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