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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Philip F. Clark: The Beggar’s Welcome

He stopped and asked if I could spare some change. I thought, Oh yes, I could spare so much: another job, a new home, other clothes, better weather, more chances, … Continue reading

February 26, 2019 · 2 Comments

Philip F. Clark: A Walk on Ferry Beach, Maine

What a December—with its hot surprise! The stretch of beach alive with a fat sun, like an eye, as we strolled, dogs running to the water’s edge— feeling that same … Continue reading

January 3, 2019 · 1 Comment

Philip F. Clark: The Drone

The vindictive screech seeps from televisions, millions of them like bright eyes in a dark wood. A child works on an old computer, struggling with his common core. A mother … Continue reading

November 11, 2018 · 1 Comment

Philip F. Clark: The Day I Became a Papi Chulo

It was my usual walk from work, in suit and tie, tired from the day. I approached the ballpark. They came toward me, laughing—a gang of about five energized, jeering, … Continue reading

October 11, 2018 · 2 Comments

Philip F. Clark: Learning

Put up your fists, my father said. And so I did. So I have been ever since; I’ve won nothing, gained less. Blood-weary, well-worn, I resist what I can. Father, … Continue reading

August 21, 2018 · Leave a comment

Philip F. Clark: The Fathers

I steadied you in the bathroom as you pissed, drunk and shaking. I was the only one who would make sure you didn’t fall. You kept talking about the friends … Continue reading

July 17, 2018 · Leave a comment

Philip F. Clark: Lacrimosa

Where I grew up, wakes were a sparring ground— furor was the only defense to grief. Someone had to fight the rant of all those flowers.   That is how … Continue reading

June 7, 2018 · Leave a comment

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