We Who Are Your Closest Friends we who are your closest friends feel the time has come to tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting as a group to devise ways to keep you in perpetual uncertainty frustration discontent and torture by neither loving you as much as you want nor cutting you adrift your analyst is in on it plus your boyfriend and your ex-husband and we have pledged to disappoint you […]
“Nomad Exquisite” — Wallace Stevens.
Seamus Heaney's last poem thanks to @GuardianBooks. Savor it. http://t.co/UQKG58HcJG — Lucas Wittmann (@lucas_wittmann) October 25, 2013
Downhill Triolets, Natalie Diaz
One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies. One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story told by our silent gestures moving behind windows. My face, your face, millions of faces in morning’s mirrors, each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day: pencil-yellow school buses, the […]
Claw-footed Tub, Joe Enzweiler [The play button doesn’t seem to work for this — click on the blue link.]
And then I will confess everything with a pencil in my hand and a scrap of cheap paper on the table in front of me. This is how you do it, the books tell me. Beg all the words out onto a page. The cheap paper has thin blue lines on it to show me where to put the words. The mechanical pencil in my hand, almost forgotten, is chewed, even though Sister Michaella promised […]