February 2012
10 posts
good night | j. bradley
i wanted to write “stay” on your sides, surround your bed with oceans of salt. i hope he folds you into a fox, loves you like a splintered arrow, brandishes the kill of your lips. may the bouquet of your hips wither. may the wolves forget your name.
Feb 10th
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the kiss | marie howe
when he finally put  his mouth on me—on  my shoulder—the world  shifted a little on the tilted  axis of itself. the minutes  since my brother died  stopped marching ahead like  dumb soldiers and  the stars rested.  his mouth on my shoulder and  then on my throat  and the world started up again  for me,  some machine deep inside it  recalibrating,  all the little wheels  slowly reeling and...
Feb 9th
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the love poems of marichiko, IV | kenneth rexroth
you ask me what i thought about before we were lovers. the answer is easy. before i met you i didn’t have anything to think about.
Feb 8th
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it's almost my birthday don't tell anyone | wendy...
grammatolatry: i go to sleep and wake up different. you make a lengthy drive across iowa to find the other end of iowa, its fields hung silent in iron sky. claims are always being made about precision. if i were a bird i would mean to be the small kind. what is going on in that room where no one lives? it might fill itself with delicate things, some very nice iron bowls, twelve miniature trees...
Feb 7th
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needing/getting | ok go
i’ve been waiting for months, waiting for years, waiting for you to change.  aw, but there aint much that’s dumber, there aint much that’s dumber  than pinning your hopes on a change in another.  and i, yeah i still need you, but what good’s that gonna do?  needing is one thing, and getting, gettings another.  so i been sitting around, wasting my time,  wondering what you...
Feb 6th
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this is how it will happen | tristan silverman
grammatolatry: if a girl ever drives four hours alone in the dark wipe of 3am to meet you             for brunch if you can imagine her being too young to buy beer, if she dances in the back without red lipstick watching your mouth if she links a forefinger through your belt loop, follows you to a home             on a two-lane road over dead rocks and souls left to dry,             past red...
Feb 5th
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the honest house | megan falley
in an effort not to crawl back to you, i crossed the 2 train off my subway map in blue ink, called it a river, sold my canoe. swept the soot from the chimney into a vase, scattered it all over manhattan. husband, i pretended it was your ash. spoke your name in past tense and still, when we found ourselves in the same bar, phoned a mystic. told her i was seeing ghosts. when you confessed your...
Feb 5th
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growing up | william stafford
grammatolatry: one of my wings beat faster, i couldn’t help it— the one away from the light. it hurt to be told all the time how i loved that terrible flame.
Feb 5th
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things i haven't felt | emily lloyd
different, after losing my virginity. better, after the medicine i took. mosquitoes on my skin, before they’ve bitten me. profoundly changed, after i read that book. the call of the wild. the glow of pregnancy. guilty, after sleeping with someone’s wife. high as a kite, high even as a tree. the peace that passeth understanding. safe. god’s presence in the world, and that of the boy who thought i...
Feb 3rd
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coda | michael lavers
grammatolatry: from the garden rose the sound of bees that lurched and wobbled through the peonies. we ate eggs, french toast, drank milk that warmed in minutes in the sun while fat drones swarmed and looped like drunkards in the purple field. on the porch we heard their bodies yield to wills their fuzzy minds don’t understand. they smelled the stains of syrup on your hand and one, in...
Feb 2nd
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science fiction story | chris killen
i will meet you again in the future. it will be 100 years from now. we will be evolved. we will be larger. we will be gentle with each other. when i try to touch your hand, my hand will feel like water. your hand will feel like a fish. we will be evolved in different directions. we will be so gentle and evolved we won’t even be able to lift our glasses to our mouths. we will just sit in a bar,...
Feb 1st
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January 2012
22 posts
a love poem to a map | jamison crabtree
maps are never skin. i know that you’re only a guide but i prefer to pretend otherwise. lean over, let me slide my hand under the couplings of letters and numbers that cinch your stockings together. let me spread you open, let me undo the tangle of rivers, interstates, and country roads until they spill out soft as hair across my lap. the rustle of sheets hangs in the air as i trace out each...
Jan 31st
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sometimes it happens | brian patten
and sometimes it happens that you are friends and then you are not friends, and friendship has passed. and whole days are lost and among them a fountain empties itself. and sometimes it happens that you are loved and then you are not loved, and love is past. and whole days are lost and among them a fountain empties itself into the grass. and sometimes you want to speak to her and then you do not...
Jan 28th
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traveler | heather sommer
grammatolatry: your first time out of the country of your own skin, i didn’t bring a map. you always hated that i’d been lucky enough to pick my way through streets i couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals, graveyards. if you were a city, you said, i’d only like to know your suburbs. if you were a city, i said, I’d like to know your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts. read your graffiti....
Jan 27th
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a christian country | langston hughes
god slumbers in a back alley with a gin bottle in his hand. come on, god, get up and fight like a man.
Jan 26th
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revelry | kings of leon
just know it was you all along who had ahold of my heart but the demon & me were the best of friends from the start
Jan 25th
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morning song | dorianne laux
this morning begins almost purely, coffee enveloped in cream, those clouds that bloom up like madness in a cup, and i take the first swallow before the color changes, taste the bitterness and the faint sweet behind it, steam rubbing my nose, an animal nuzzle, and the sharp, nearly painful heat at the back of my tongue, the liquid unraveling down the raw tunnel of my throat. and i feel my body...
Jan 24th
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how to tell a story | shira erlichman
there is a way of telling stories. a red pen. a teacher to move it. instead you have hands, and a Light inside you, and Bones. instead you have ideas, which ricochet, and an anger that won’t sit still,  and dogs from outside which come to die in the quiet spots inside of you. and, deliberately, you have noise. you have rape, and cities, the noise of the dumb, and of the very rape of the  earth, an...
Jan 20th
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return key | cory mesler
grammatolatry: I miss you because memory is a kind editor. The past is a long scroll and in it is the story of us, told with gentle metaphor, and words that bring you back and back, even as you lie there, lying.
Jan 19th
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crying | galway kinnell
crying only a little bit  is no use. you must cry  until your pillow is soaked!  then you can get up and laugh.  then you can jump in the shower  and splash-splash-splash!  then you can throw open your window  and, “ha ha! ha ha!” and if people say, “hey,  what’s going on up there?” “ha ha!” sing back, “happiness  was hiding in the last tear!  i wept...
Jan 17th
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flood | eliza griswold
i woke to a voice within the room. perhaps. the room itself: “you’re wasting this life expecting disappointment.” i packed my bag in the night and peered in its leather belly to count the essentials. nothing is essential. to the east, the flood has begun. men call to each other on the water for the comfort of voices. love surprises us. it ends.
Jan 16th
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today, like every other day | jalaluddin rumi
today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. take down a musical instrument. let the beauty we love be what we do. there are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Jan 15th
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everything | srikanth reddy
she was watching the solar eclipse through a piece of broken bottle when he left home. he found a blue kite in the forest on the day she lay down with a sailor. when his name changed, she stitched a cloud to a quilt made of rags. they did not meet, so they could never be parted. so she finished her prayer, & he folded his map of the sea
Jan 14th
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a contribution to statistics | wislawa szymborska
out of a hundred people those who always know better -fifty-two doubting every step -nearly all the rest, glad to lend a hand if it doesn’t take too long -as high as forty-nine, always good because they can’t be otherwise -four, well maybe five, able to admire without envy -eighteen, suffering illusions induced by fleeting youth -sixty, give or take a few, not to be taken lightly...
Jan 12th
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under ideal conditions | al zolynas
say in the flattest part of North Dakota on a starless moonless night no breath of wind a man could light a candle then walk away every now and then he could turn and see the candle burning seventeen miles later provided conditions remained ideal he could still see the flame somewhere between the seventeenth and eighteenth mile he would lose the light if he were walking backwards he would know the...
Jan 12th
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you write many poems about death | charles...
yes, and here’s another one and later it might even end up in one of my books. and the book will be sitting on a  shelf waiting for you long after I am gone. think of that: in a sense I will be speaking again just for you. and remember this:  the page you are looking at now,  I once typed the words with care with you in mind under a yellow light with the radio  on. If you think about death...
Jan 11th
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date a girl who reads | rosemarie urquico
date a girl who reads. date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. she has problems with closet space because she has too many books. date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. find a girl who reads. you’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.  she’s the one lovingly looking over...
Jan 7th
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you should date an illiterate girl | charles...
date a girl who doesn’t read. find her in the weary squalor of a midwestern bar. find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. wherever you find her, find her smiling. make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. engage her with unsentimental trivialities. use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. take her outside when the night...
Jan 7th
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even this late | mark strand
even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. you wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
Jan 6th
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beauty and the beast: an anniversary | jane yolen
it is winter now, and the roses are blooming again, their petals bright against the snow. my father died last april; my sisters no longer write, except at the turning of the year, content with their fine houses and their grandchildren. beast and i putter in the gardens and walk slowly on the forest paths. he is graying around the muzzle and i have silver combs to match my hair. i have no regrets....
Jan 5th
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eve argues against perfection | diane lockward
       and the woman said, the serpent        beguiled me, and I did eat.        - genesis 3:13 beguiled, my ass. i said no such thing. you say i lost the gift of paradise. i couldn’t lose what i never had. you say the serpent tempted me to eat. you omit that he entered the garden on two legs and walked like a man. and here’s what your story always ignores: i had pure gold, rare...
Jan 4th
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this deepening takes place again | emily kendal...
what if everything were revealed: where i was last night. you, etc. the rain is coming down like salad. my sister’s hair reminds me of my sister so much i can’t stop looking. who am i to have arms? on the plane one short dream: a baby so small it wasn’t even human, just a bouquet of light with wise cellular eyes. if losing me is the worst thing to happen, your life is still a...
Jan 3rd
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December 2011
15 posts
calle principe, 25 | jose tolentino mendonca
without warning we lose the vastness of the fields singular enigmas the clarity we swear we’ll preserve but it takes us years  to forget someone who merely looked at us
Dec 30th
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like crazy | anna
i thought i understood it that i could grasp it but i didn’t, not really. only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. i didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. because it’s the halves that halve you in half. i didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory...
Dec 29th
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song | marie borroff
love is a staying of desire, desire is flight and staying, dies; whatever you have heard in song, this is the truth; the rest is lies. nor is there touch or kiss to prove love other than a foredoomed thing, for though it may conceive love’s fire, the heart cannot sustain it long. lips heavy with the freight of love have hung above me like a bough; out of a deep and mastering drouth i reached...
Dec 29th
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countersong | marie borroff
yet, yet, in spite of all, love is, love lasts. though from the lax hand falls what it at first held fast, though custom stills the heartbeat of delight, though day’s each joy must pass beneath the pall of night, yet, yet, in time’s despite, and past all mortal ills, love is, love lasts; if the heart wills.
Dec 29th
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tree | jane hirshfield
it is foolish to let a young redwood  grow next to a house. even in this  one lifetime, you will have to choose. that great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and books— already the first branch-tips brush at the window.  softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life. 
Dec 27th
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torch song for you | daphne gottleib
since you’ve gone, all i can do is sit at home and sing the great love songs. i don’t want to set the world on fire. i just want to start a small                         conflagration in your apartment that quickly grows into a five-alarm blaze and you grab the cat and your laptop and run out the door and i, having crawled down the fire escape, come strolling down the street and...
Dec 25th
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dawn revisited | rita dove
imagine you wake up with a second chance: the blue jay hawks his pretty wares and the oak stands still, spreading glorious shade. if you don’t look back, the future never happens. how good to rise in sunlight, in the prodigal smell of biscuits — eggs and sausage on the grill. the whole sky is yours to write on, blown open to a blank page. come on, shake a leg! you’ll never know...
Dec 24th
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anticipating an ianless christmas | virginia tamez
i sit in a room that is dark (but not dark enough)
 and is almost empty
 (but then there’s me)
 and listen to noise from another room
 (where people are happy)
 and think about you. i take off my glasses (so my tears won’t smear the lenses)
 and hope someone goes looking for me (but doesn’t find me)
 and realize that my hands are cold (my mind was elsewhere)
 and think about...
Dec 22nd
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dogfish | mary oliver
you don’t want to hear the story of my life, and anyway i don’t want to tell it, i want to listen to the enormous waterfalls of the sun. and anyway it’s the same old story - - - a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive. mostly, i want to be kind. and nobody, of course, is kind, or mean, for a simple reason. and nobody gets out of it, having to swim through the...
Dec 19th
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we should talk about this problem | hafiz
there is a beautiful creature living in a hole you have dug. so at night i set fruit and grains and little pots of wine and milk beside your soft earthen mounds, and i often sing. but still, my dear, you do not come out. i have fallen in love with someone who hides inside you. we should talk about this problem—- otherwise, i will never leave you alone.
Dec 17th
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milos | anis mojgani
let us take a sack of spray paint and spray paint over the paintings let us dance through paris kiss in the shadow of the louvre crawl inside its windows scrawl manifestos over the canvases write morse code on the sculptures roll a sleeping bag on the floor to sleep inside of tell one another a story by flashlight unearth everything from before bury each other inside the other feed grapes to the...
Dec 16th
oh yes | charles bukowski
there are worse things  than being alone  but it often takes  decades to realize this  and most often when you do  it’s too late  and there’s nothing worse  than too late
Dec 13th
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snowshoe to otter creek | stacie cassarino
love lasts by not lasting                        —jack gilbert i’m mapping this new year’s vanishings:   lover, yellow house, the knowledge of surfaces. this is not a story of return. there are times i wish i could erase the mind’s lucidity, the difficulty of sundays, my fervor to be touched by a woman two februarys gone. what brings the body back, grieved and cloven, tromping these woods with...
Dec 11th
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the great fires | jack gilbert
love is apart from all things. desire and excitement are nothing beside it. it is not the body that finds love. what leads us there is the body. what is not love provokes it. what is not love quenches it. love lays hold of everything we know. the passions which are called love also change everything to a newness at first. passion is clearly the path but does not bring us to love. it opens the...
Dec 6th
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death is a door | nancy byrd turner
death is only an old door set in a garden wall; on gentle hinges it gives, at dusk when the thrushes call. along the linted are green leaves, beyond the light lies still; very willing and weary feet go over that sill. there is nothing to trouble any heart; nothing to hurt at all. death is only a quiet door in an old wall.
Dec 5th
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November 2011
17 posts
all that is glorious around us | barbara crooker
is not, for me, these grand vistas, sublime peaks, mist-filled overlooks, towering clouds, but doing errands on a day of driving rain, staying dry inside the silver skin of the car, 160,000 miles, still running just fine. or later, sitting in a café warmed by the steam from white chicken chili, two cups of dark coffee, watching the red and gold leaves race down the street, confetti from...
Nov 29th
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draft #2006 | adrienne rich
viii they asked me, is this time worse than another i said, for whom? wanted to show them something. while i wrote on the  chalkboard they drifted out. i turned back to an empty room. maybe i couldn’t write fast enough. maybe it was too soon.
Nov 27th
you do not need many things | ryokan
my house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest every year, ivy vines grow longer than the year before. undisturbed by the affairs of the world i live at ease, woodmen’s singing rarely reaching me through the trees. while the sun stays in the sky, i mend my torn clothes and facing the moon, i read holy texts aloud to myself. let me drop a word of advice for believers of my faith. to enjoy...
Nov 25th
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