Poetry Friday: Tell

Gavin just announced that this poem will be included in the Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror this year; it originally appeared in the Journal of Mythic Arts. Tell by Nathalie Anderson One sees. One is enticed. One goesor not. One pines, or not. That’s allit is. Still, every time one tells,by hairsbreadth, hairsbreadth, on it …

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let there be new flowering by Lucille Clifton let there be new flowering in the fields let the fields turn mellow for the men let the men keep tender through the time let the time be wrested from the war let the war be won let love be at the end

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From Mark Haddon’s The Talking Horse and the Sad Girl and the Village Under the Sea: Trees They stand in parks and graveyards and gardens. Some of them are taller than department stores, yet they do not draw attention to themselves. You will be fitting a heated towel rail one day and see, through the …

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Poetry Friday

In honor of Alan DeNiro’s Read This! status over at the LBC, here’s a Friday poem from his chapbook "Atari Ecologues." (Ooh, and perhaps there will be DeNiro poems every Friday until the Festival of Skinny Dipping in the Lake of the Dead has concluded.) j Reset. I won’t expect endings to end–as long as …

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Lying In A Hammock At William Duffy’s Farm In Pine Island, Minnesota Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly, Asleep on the black trunk,blowing like a leaf in green shadow.Down the ravine behind the empty house,The cowbells follow one anotherInto the distances of the afternoon.To my right, In a field of sunlight between two …

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