Riveted | Sarah Robyn It is possible that things will not get better than they are now, or have been known to be. It is possible that we are past the middle now. It is possible that we have crossed the great water without knowing it, and stand now on the other side. Yes: I…
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Poetry Friday: Knowing the Earth | Nancy Wood
Knowing the Earth | Nancy Wood To know the Earth on a first-name basis You must know the meaning of river stones first. Find a place that calls to you and there Lie face down in the grass until you feel Each plant alive with the mystery of beginnings. Move in a circle until you…
Poetry Friday: Gravity | Maura O’Connor
Gravity | Maura O’Connor Today I am fragile pale twitching insane and full of purpose. I’m thinking of my lover: my soft hips pressing his coarse belly, my tongue on a salmon nipple, his hand buried in my thick orange hair the telephone ringing. I’m thinking we tend our illnesses as if they are our…
Poetry Friday: The Abandoned Valley | Jack Gilbert
The Abandoned Valley | Jack Gilbert Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?
Poetry Friday: Wait | Galway Kinnell
Wait | Galway Kinnel Wait, for now. Distrust everything, if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out of season will become lovely again. Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,…
