Go to homepageBut I knew the end, had already been there.
Touched its elongated snout, the awful hairs.
Watched it pushing its pie tin around
the backyard, its tiny crossed eyes so close
to the ground. Ars Poetica by Bridget Lowe, excerpt
it must have believed it would go on living, just as
all of us believe we will go on living
when we say I will die but really mean
here I am, thinking. Boethius’ Body by Jacob Eigen, excerpt
...marvelous explorer of those aspects that our retinas will never record...
...strange, troubling blurs...
...dreams, dreams, dreams, the domain of dreams expands with every step...
From the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York:
I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
Finished reading: Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.
Night moves at the welter pools.
The summer slips, the winter hoars. […]
One day the rings will slip from our fingers.
But not from yours. Everything
we almost are we lose. My animal,
you cannot know how hard in love you are. Animal by Matthew Hollis, excerpt
The new bruise
on her neck darkened
like a dead flower, her voice
a coffin to carry her dead.
& another friend⸻ & another friend⸻
& today, a new flower grows in my backyard,
& I blow the dust off the videotapes,
& today, my mouth is still wide open. Danger Music by Aldo Amparán, excerpt
The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me… no, nor women neither… Nor women neither. Withnail & I, quoting Hamlet
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from the time we were talking
to stones
we took on their
meaning their time and now
their memory is in us [from the time we were talking] by Henri Meschonnic, translated from the French by Gabriella Bedetti & Don Boes, excerpt
I knocked on the afterlife, once
to open the door, twice to bid him bye,
thrice to say look at me,
gift me the house of remembrance. Wishbone by Romeo Oriogun, excerpt
And in the dream I knew that he was goin’ on ahead and he was fixin’ to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up. No Country for Old Men
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Banging the blue shutters–night-rain;
and a deep gash opened in the yard. […]
I looked up.
That’s where one looks in the grip of a dream. Largesse by Ellen Bryant Voigt, excerpt
When he, my father, closed his eyes
and breath and his body became
a bridge he had left behind on a journey and
they wheeled him down the stairs,
she, my mother, sprang after them.
She cried out:
My name is
inside his tongue. I need to get it back. Vows by Gbenga Adesina, excerpt
an altar pulses open: some ancient bloodlove unfurls
what breath remembers: my body of her body and all
we come from and come from and come from, how
each of us curves with the world, blown like a leaf When I hear my mama sing by Aaron Coleman, excerpt