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Steven Heighton

So her ceiling a map of stars. First time we made love late afternoon late winter, and after she slept how her room fogged up with dusk and paper stars she’d stuck up there in childhood came out in strange constellations and I missed the earth till her room was night her breath deepening the… Continue reading Steven Heighton

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Carole Glasser Langille

When You’re Not Here and When You Are Waking early, alone, I crave the ripening hay in your field, the smell of weeds tangled in brine, and along the inland road, honeysuckle, sharp as juice sucked from raw crabs by the cove. Oh, the fine wet inside of your flowers in your field after rain.… Continue reading Carole Glasser Langille

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Margaret Atwood

There is always more than you know. There are always boxes put away in the cellar, worn shoes and cherished pictures, notes you find later, sheet music you can’t play. — Margaret Atwood, from “Dancing,” Morning in the Burned House. (Mariner Books; Reprint edition September 16, 1996)

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