March 2012
27 posts
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I’m sorry I don’t call. Sorry I snuck down the stairs and out to the mouth of a...
– Jeanann Verlee, Genetics of Regret
February 2012
29 posts
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My throat is a winding staircase
of stone, where words pace up
to my teeth’s...
– Kristiana Rae Colón, The Pilgrimage of Mouths
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One of the gifts of the evening hours
is darkness, a velt screen between your...
– Moira Egan, Vespers
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The lovers wait to lose their balance. They would dive
gratefully into the...
– Cyril Wong, Accerelando
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And the woman said, The serpent
beguiled me, and I did eat.
— Genesis...
– Diane Lockward, Eve Argues Against Perfection
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If a tree falls in a forest
& if we make our dining
room chairs out of its...
– Epithalamium, Carolina Ebeid
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A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new...
– The Love of October, W.S. Merwin
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There were always magpies
in the early morning
swinging from the clothesline...
– John Kinsella and Dorothy Hewett, The Wild Things
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Repetition smudges in.
The lake sets
beneath a bird-
turned sky. I balance
...
– Lily Brown, We’re in the Ocean, Or I’m Alone
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Is it an empty house, the body alone
with its weary old clothes
or its bullet...
– Christopher Howell, Listen
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There’s no one who could be everything
for me. That’s what I tell you
walking...
– Stacie Cassarino, Brooklyn Morning
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By any measure, it was endless
winter. Emulsions with
Then...
– Ben Lerner, [By any measure]
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Given the circumstances, who wouldn’t
talk to the birds—they can fly, we can’t....
– Chris Dombrowski, Poem with Several Unforgivable Keatsian References, Poem Burning Up in the Fire I Lit to Warm My Son, or Do as I Say Not as I Do
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Waking
on the train, I thought
we were attacked
by light: ...
– Monica Youn, “Venice, Unaccompanied”
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My muscles unravel
like spools of ribbon:
there is not a shadow
of pain. I...
– James Tate, Why I will Not Get Out of Bed
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Let’s make the ocean quiet. Or oh all
life smells of rush. How about we stay...
– Adam Robinson, Oceanograffiti
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I grew up watching your hands
arrange space,
so I find it very natural
that...
– Dorothea Grossman (via rosiee)
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He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
He would not stay for me to...
– A.E. Housman, He would not stay for me, and who can wonder?
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The first time I saw my mother, she’d been dead
fourteen years and came...
– Traci Brimhall, What They Found In the Diving Bell
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The wax has melted
but the dream of flight
persists.
I, Icarus, though...
– P.K. Page, This Heavy Craft (via yesyes)
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We were alone one night on a long
road in Montana. This was in winter, a big...
– William Stafford, Once in the 40’s
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Candles can be so contrived, you say,
unclasping your bra, tossing it
like a...
– Marty Cain, 48 Hours Before You Leave
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Because I mistrust my head & hands, because I know salt
tinctures my...
– Yusef Komunyakaa, Canticle (via yesyes)
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Last night when you didn’t turn up I snapped my timing belt and
spent an hour...
– Sarah Carson, How I Wanted You to Find Me
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One of my wings beat faster,
I couldn’t help it—
the one away from...
– William Stafford, Growing Up
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Those who don’t like it say it’s
just a mutant violin
that’s been kicked out...
– Adam Zagajewski, Cello
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Water, bone, bed, bedrock –
whatever is underneath, below what’s below....
– Don Colburn, There
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if the lights are on or off, if we’re in the kitchen
or the bedroom,...
– Alison Daniel, And I Really Don’t Care