March 2012
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Two of Us - Neil Azevedo
Prologue …and then silence like a lung. I could not catch the air, and I hung onto myself dying into a distance cut close as blades — my hands’ resistance heavy against wind. Opening an eye I saw nothing but light and sky dripping off my body. I was waking into my new belief, limbs shaking with speed and depthless tremors — I was blind. I felt my feathers suddenly moist and an aching chill....
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February 2012
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Still Life With Cell Phone Set To Silent - Marty...
we don’t have a city. we have distance and odds that would make a junkie gambler pass. I have a city, and you have a city, and sometimes they are the same. but most days, most days I’m able to remember to choose with my star brain, the one that wants the best for both of us, and works so hard at the forgetting that at night my small room fills with the sound of gravel on glass, of paintings...
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What I Never Told You About The Abortion - Alison...
That it hurt, despite the anesthetic, which they administered with a long needle, shot straight into the womb. That they hit the vagus nerve the first time and I fell down when I tried to stand. That after the second shot my legs snapped shut— instinctively as any wild mother protecting chick, kit, cub. That I held the hand of a young Hispanic nurse and wept when she said, “You know,...
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This Ecstacy - Chard DeNiord
It’s not paradise I’m looking for but the naming I hardly give a thought to. Call it the gift I carried in my loneliness among the animals before I started listening to the news. Call it the hint I had about the knowledge that would explode. In the meantime, which is real time plus the past, you’re swishing your skirt and speaking French, which is more than I can take, which I marvel at ...
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Summer Solstice - Stacie Cassarino
I wanted to see where beauty comes from without you in the world, hauling my heart across sixty acres of northeast meadow, my pockets filling with flowers. Then I remembered, it’s you I miss in the brightness and body of every living name: rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch. You are the green wonder of June, root and quasar, the thirst for salt. When I finally understand that people fail at love, what...
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I’ve been in Los Angeles since early Tuesday morning after 5 months apart and a year of living together.
All I want to say is this: I brought my running shoes to numb myself from back to back daily meetings. It was late, probably too late to come down Highland and onto Hollywood Blvd alone- homeless men whistling, drunks screaming, cars honking. Probably too late to slow down to watch my...
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We Should Talk About This Problem - Hafiz
There is a Beautiful Creature Living in a hole you have dug. So at night I set fruit and grains And little pots of wine and milk Beside your soft earthen mounds, And I often sing. But still, my dear, You do not come out. I have fallen in love with Someone Who hides inside you. We should talk about this problem--- Otherwise, I will never leave you alone
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Knowing the Earth - Nancy Wood
To know the Earth on a first-name basis You must know the meaning of river stones first. Find a place that calls to you and there Lie face down in the grass until you feel Each plant alive with the mystery of beginnings. Move in a circle until you discover an insect Crawling with knowledge in its heart. Examine a newborn leaf and find a map of a universe So vast that only Eagles...
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