And you, who cannot keep still, who can never look back, where will you go next? How will I find you? Can you feel the world pull apart, the seams loosen? What, tell me, will keep it whole, if not you? if not me? — Blas Falconer, from “Dear Friend,” A Question of Gravity and… Continue reading Blas Falconer
Six monarch butterfly cocoons clinging to the back of your throat— you could feel their gold wings trembling. You were alarmed. You felt infested. In the downstairs bathroom of the family home, gagging to spit them out— and a voice saying Don’t, don’t— — Dana Levin, “Ars Poetica (cocoons),” Wedding Day.… Continue reading Dana Levin
I have rarely desired an end to my desires. — Kathleen Graber, from “Book Nine” The Eternal City: Poems. (Princeton University Press; 1St Edition edition July 21, 2010)
In the forest a man sits a tree stands high a river runs through his silence. — Ben Wilson (age 10), “In the Forest,” 2014 Rattle Young Poets Anthology.