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Stanley Plumly

I remember, in Ohio, fields of wastes of nature, lost pasture, fallow clearings, buckwheat and fireweed and broken sparrow nests, especially in the summer, in the fading hilltop sun, when you could lose yourself by simply lying down. Who will find you, who will call you home now, at dusk, with the dry tips of… Continue reading Stanley Plumly

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Stanley Plumly

Inevitably alchemy, the lesser into the greater, morphing to the pupa stage, the chrysalis, but faster, the cuticle of skin sloughed off, regrown, and shed again, each larval, instar meta phase passing through more molting lives than saints — five, six times before the final birth, then into the light, like eyes wadded up, then… Continue reading Stanley Plumly

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Stanley Plumly

This morning mourning doves rhyming their hearts out. And later on this evening, they’ll sing even deeper in their melancholy, which is an o-vowel sound we sometimes hear in our sadness as an elegy. A sound all afternoon as well, right on through the slow hours of the heat building toward the middle of the… Continue reading Stanley Plumly

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Stanley Plumly

Love, too, a leveler, a dying all its own, the parts left behind not to be replaced, a loss ongoing, and every day increased, like rising in the night, at 3:00 am, to watch the snow or the dead leaf fall, the rings around the streetlight in the rain, and then the rain, the red… Continue reading Stanley Plumly

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