Elegy Wind buffs the waterstained stone cupids and shakes Old rain from the pines’ low branches, small change Spilling over the graves the years have smashed With a hammer— forget this, forget that, leave no Stone unturned. The grass grows high, sweet-smelling, Many-footed, ever-running. No one tends it. No One comes….And where am I now?….… Continue reading Brigit Pegeen Kelly
I don’t believe in the next world. The world is one. One reality. Death isn’t a gateway to the next world, maybe just the opening of blind eyes. – Anna Kamienska, from “Industrious Amazement: A Notebook,” Poetry, Mar2011, Vol. 197 Issue 6, p503.
Today the sky is blue dust and the mountains blue shadows against the dust so only the snow line across the peaks actually exists, a scribbled white cursive, words piling up here and thinning out there, like the long sentence you’d write against the sky if you thought you had that much to say. — … Continue reading Robert W. King
This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as… Continue reading Jean-Paul Sartre
Dusk again—sun and horizon yoked to one another. All day I have looked for you in the likeliest places: pages of photo albums frozen with disuse, mapped the porcelain curves of portraits — Tarfia Faizullah, from “Nocturne: Awards Ceremony,” The Southern Review, Volume 45, Issue 2
If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you – you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again. ― C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. (HarperCollins May 24,… Continue reading C.S. Lewis
If I got to know you that would be — something. So let’s make a toast to the long art of lingering. We say the cake is done, but what exactly did the cake do? The things undid in the land of undone call to us in the flames. What I didn’t do took an… Continue reading Lee Upton