Doug Anderson: The Fool
At seventy-five I find myself in love.
Not the serene love of an old man
steeped in the wine and wisdom of years,
but one who would kill a dragon for her.
March 5, 2020 · 4 Comments
Danusha Laméris: Reading My Valentine’s Poem to Frank X. Gaspar
I am thirty-two, and in love, again, this time
with a man whose name rolls off my tongue
like water. I’m afraid of hope.
February 14, 2020 · 2 Comments
Adrie Kusserow: Anthropocene Lullaby
Don’t tell me you didn’t get a bit edgy,
when capitalism tossed its blonde hair cockily aside,
its profit settling like plastic on the ocean’s floor.
February 20, 2019 · 27 Comments
Edna St. Vincent Millay: She Is Overheard Singing
Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,— But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as … Continue reading
July 14, 2018 · Leave a comment
Elizabeth West: Love And Loss In The Anthropocene
As a species, we have been unable to meet the challenges posed by our own misguided attachment to growth.
March 30, 2018 · Leave a comment
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