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 warm … 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
A.E. Housman: “Shake hands, we shall never be friends, all’s over”
Be good to the lad that loves you true
And the soul that was born to die for you
Michael Simms: The Marriage-Bed
The marriage-bed is the center of happiness
a point from which all things ripple outward,
a nest from which all things learn to fly.
Emily Dickinson: I cannot live with you
I cannot live with You – It would be Life – And Life is over there – Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to – Putting up Our … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII)
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts … Continue reading
Vanessa German: When the humidity is high and the bank account low
do you know how beautiful you are? how when you smile the sun rises up on a distant planet. oceans n orchids bloom as far as the eye kin see. … Continue reading
Vanessa German: Just in Case
i would hide you. if you needed it. i would. i would come for you. with whatever everything that i had and have. i’d cut the fruit for you. i’d … Continue reading
Fred Maus: The Sky Last Night
. The sky troubled me, raucous red and orange, wounded with gray. Between the sky and me, a hill. On the left, pine trees along the crest, sullen, heavy. To … Continue reading
