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
Mar 1st
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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
Feb 29th
52 notes
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“One of the gifts of the evening hours is darkness, a velt screen between your...”
– Moira Egan, Vespers
Feb 28th
104 notes
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“The lovers wait to lose their balance. They would dive gratefully into the...”
– Cyril Wong, Accerelando
Feb 27th
150 notes
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“And the woman said, The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat. — Genesis...”
– Diane Lockward, Eve Argues Against Perfection
Feb 26th
3,602 notes
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“If a tree falls in a forest & if we make our dining room chairs out of its...”
– Epithalamium, Carolina Ebeid
Feb 25th
73 notes
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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  
Feb 24th
72 notes
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“There were always magpies in the early morning swinging from the clothesline...”
– John Kinsella and Dorothy Hewett, The Wild Things  
Feb 23rd
177 notes
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Feb 22nd
199 notes
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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
Feb 21st
47 notes
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“Is it an empty house, the body alone with its weary old clothes or its bullet...”
– Christopher Howell, Listen
Feb 20th
53 notes
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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
Feb 19th
131 notes
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“By any measure, it was endless winter. Emulsions with Then...”
– Ben Lerner, [By any measure]
Feb 18th
39 notes
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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
Feb 17th
21 notes
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“Waking on the train, I thought we were attacked by light: ...”
– Monica Youn, “Venice, Unaccompanied”
Feb 16th
48 notes
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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
Feb 15th
177 notes
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“Let’s make the ocean quiet. Or oh all life smells of rush. How about we stay...”
– Adam Robinson, Oceanograffiti
Feb 14th
110 notes
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“I grew up watching your hands arrange space, so I find it very natural that...”
– Dorothea Grossman (via rosiee)
Feb 13th
415 notes
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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?
Feb 12th
95 notes
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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
Feb 11th
51 notes
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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)
Feb 10th
170 notes
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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
Feb 9th
142 notes
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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
Feb 8th
104 notes
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“Because I mistrust my head & hands, because I know salt tinctures my...”
– Yusef Komunyakaa, Canticle (via yesyes)
Feb 7th
336 notes
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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
Feb 6th
57 notes
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“One of my wings beat faster, I couldn’t help it— the one away from...”
– William Stafford, Growing Up
Feb 5th
129 notes
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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
Feb 4th
279 notes
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“Water, bone, bed, bedrock – whatever is underneath, below what’s below....”
– Don Colburn, There
Feb 3rd
71 notes
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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
Feb 2nd
107 notes