The Good Part

I’d like a Sunday like a Mary Oliver poem, with a few   perfect words and lots of white space, and paper with   a high rag content and maybe some righteous soy-based ink.   It would be a leaf in one of her spare little collections, with   a fine old lithograph from the…

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John Taylor Pannill

Subtle Way   A wave does not regret crashing on the shore and a lightning bolt does not care which tree it splits in two, the same way the river never notices the hill it has carried away, or the fog the ship it has led to a rocky grave.   You, you are a…

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Alma Mater

The ache of summer carries the Scent of boxwood in heated repose, The haze of afternoons before thunder. Each August, my mind returns to The bricks and mortar of youth, The locust-pitched rooflines of campus, Where ambition stood erect As colonnades in oaken sunlight.   We spend decades shaping the Plywood annex of all that…

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Nicole Kurlich

Philosophy   I spoke to you of dirt and broken thumbnails, of salt in tears and potholes. I spoke of popcorn ceilings with sticky sheets underneath.   You spoke to me of stars and aether currents, of birds on radio airwaves. You spoke of treetop houses with telescopes to the sky.     The Electronic…

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Michael Estabrook

Temptation   Whenever he finds a spider in the house he leaves it alone life is tough enough he reasons even for spiders. But sometimes one will show up in the bedroom around bedtime and his wife notices and says “either that spider goes or I do” So of course he captures it releases it…

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Wicks

the wedding wrings worry their arrival they are not yet come not even thought to go forth to depart from a heaven full of wandering   yet i am to ready the hall in a cloud of flowers the thief wings black in the shadows behind me   a golden chalice on the floor filled…

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