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.
Edna St Vincent Millay: Ashes of Life
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse
Molly Fisk: Singing Canyon Sonnet
I have to say something about the blue grasses by the side of the road, the red rock rising behind them, a lacy kind of scrub juniper, yellow-green in afternoon … Continue reading
Video: Oh Baby
Two scientists in love invent a time-space machine that becomes a vehicle for their spending eternity together. Music Video for the LCD Soundsystem song “Oh Baby.” With Sissy Spacek and … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Modern Declaration
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through shyness in the houses of the rich or in the … Continue reading
Kareem Tayyar: Tempests
We are sitting in the nature garden on the southern side of the campus. It is dark, and the autumn wind has picked up her ancient violin. We are talking … Continue reading
Video: Afterword (From the Ashes of a Love Story)
From the Ashes of a Love Story: Approaching the microphone in a small room, a young woman prepares to make the speech of her life. Desperate to find her voice in … Continue reading
Susan Sonde: The Lone Pine
The wind peppered us that day, it raved like a lunatic in the asparagus fern. Affixed to nothing so much as everything it circled, it landed (somewhere outside Miami) but … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Wild Swans
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen before? Only a question less or a question more; Nothing … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Time does not bring relief
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want … Continue reading
Judith A. Brice: To Charlie, Beyond the Mist
Will the mist have vanished from the lake by the time you read this? — birthday note to Charlie from a good friend What she couldn’t know was your eyes … Continue reading
Susan Sonde: A Dagger of Sunlight Lies across His Bed
The room is quiet but for the rustle of the blanket under which he’d slept burrowed deep in the nest sense, that wholesome dark down there, where he lay on a … Continue reading
Video: “the stone of me” by Gail Langstroth
http://www.wordmoves.com/uploads/files/17/the_stone_of_me.mp4 . the stone of me you lay your arm around me I feel its weight we sleep I wake to find your arm but not … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Mariposa
Butterflies are white and blue In this field we wander through. Suffer me to take your hand. Death comes in a day or two. All the things we ever knew … Continue reading
