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Brigit Pegeen Kelly

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

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Anna Kamienska

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.

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Robert W. King

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

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Tarfia Faizullah

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

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C.S. Lewis

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

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