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The night reflected on the lake,
The fire of stars changed into water.
She cannot see the winds that break
The night reflected on the lake
But knows they motion for her sake.
These are the choices they have brought her:
The night reflected on the lake,
The fire of stars changed into water.
from "The Country Wife," by Dana Gioia
— Jun 14, 2019 12:49PM
The fire of stars changed into water.
She cannot see the winds that break
The night reflected on the lake
But knows they motion for her sake.
These are the choices they have brought her:
The night reflected on the lake,
The fire of stars changed into water.
from "The Country Wife," by Dana Gioia
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The fridge clicks, hums; light flows across
Cold sleeping tiles, and I survey
Red chilies, lime juice, tartar sauce --
Things I can't use or throw away
And which, some hours from morning, wear
An aspect of profound despair.
from "Joseph," by Timothy Steele
— Aug 06, 2019 01:31PM
Cold sleeping tiles, and I survey
Red chilies, lime juice, tartar sauce --
Things I can't use or throw away
And which, some hours from morning, wear
An aspect of profound despair.
from "Joseph," by Timothy Steele
Aerin
is on page 118 of 280
I'm sorry for the times I've driven
home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge.
Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave
about to break and sweep across the valley,
and in my loneliness and fear I've thought,
O let it come and wash the whole world clean.
Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair -
whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer.
from "Praying Drunk," by Andrew Hudgins
— Jul 06, 2019 12:58PM
home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge.
Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave
about to break and sweep across the valley,
and in my loneliness and fear I've thought,
O let it come and wash the whole world clean.
Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair -
whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer.
from "Praying Drunk," by Andrew Hudgins
Aerin
is on page 111 of 280
I'm not a saint,
of course, but as a child I had a rage
I've lost to age, to sex, to understanding,
which takes the edge off everything. Perhaps
it's my metabolism cooling down.
Who knows? One glory of a family is
you'd never choose your kin and can't unchoose
your daddy's hazel eyes - no more than you
could unchoose your hand. You get to be,
in turn, someone you'd never choose to be.
Andrew Hudgins
— Jul 03, 2019 12:15PM
of course, but as a child I had a rage
I've lost to age, to sex, to understanding,
which takes the edge off everything. Perhaps
it's my metabolism cooling down.
Who knows? One glory of a family is
you'd never choose your kin and can't unchoose
your daddy's hazel eyes - no more than you
could unchoose your hand. You get to be,
in turn, someone you'd never choose to be.
Andrew Hudgins
