Sam Hamill: Odysseus in Paris, 6 a.m.
I’m leaning out the window, looking up Rue Pascal, up the hill toward Mouffetard, where soon the markets will overflow with fresh produce and fish, and dozens of restaurants will … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: Three Poems
Septuagenarian Sitting alone in late summer twilight sipping cold sake reading the obituaries of my friends . To Margaret, the Librarian It was a librarian who first showed me how … Continue reading
Ian Boyden: Study The Axe Handle
學柯 for Sam Hamill To study the axe handle is to study the forest, how trees stand, and how trees fall, and how to cause their falling, and what it … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: Of Cascadia (text and video)
I came here nearly forty years ago,
broke and half broken, having chosen
the mud, the dirt road, alder pollen and
a hundred avenues of gray across the sky
to be my teachers and my muses.
Ian Boyden: Spider Field
for the Dalai Lama on his 82nd birthday First leg I awoke to an island held by cloud a meadow held by mist that had returned to admire something it … Continue reading
Ian Boyden: Frog Song
—Dedicated to everyone who has lost their freedom in the pursuit of freedom 1. This page is a quiet pond The lamp an unmoving sun My hand traces familiar arcs … Continue reading
Ian Boyden: This Kind of a Starlit Night
On August 25, the Tibetan poet and activist Woeser posted a photograph taken at night. In its star-filled sky, the Milky Way seems like a whisper of ancient light as … Continue reading
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