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We Are Objects in a Wind that is StoppedI know that it has been forever since I have written. I know that I am at fault. I apologize. I am…View Post

We Are Objects in a Wind that is Stopped

I know that it has been forever since I have written. I know that I am at fault. I apologize. I am…

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There Is Nothing Heavier than CompassionJeeves: Oh… Sir, I see you are back.
Me: GOOD GOD, JEEVES! WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES!
Jeeves: Ah, of…View Post

There Is Nothing Heavier than Compassion

Jeeves: Oh… Sir, I see you are back.

Me: GOOD GOD, JEEVES! WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES!

Jeeves: Ah, of…

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Yet the Books Will Be There on My Shelves“Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,Derived from people, but also from radiance,…View Post

Yet the Books Will Be There on My Shelves

“Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance,…

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Yet the Books Will Be There on My Shelves“Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,Derived from people, but also from radiance,…View Post

Yet the Books Will Be There on My Shelves

“Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born,
Derived from people, but also from radiance,…

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In Memory of Fred Hampton (my simple and daily and nightly self-determination)Jeeves: Good morning, sir.
Me: GUARDS! GUARDS! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
Jeeves: You do not have any…View Post

In Memory of Fred Hampton (my simple and daily and nightly self-determination)

Jeeves: Good morning, sir.

Me: GUARDS! GUARDS! OFF WITH HIS HEAD!

Jeeves: You do not have any…

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poetrysince1912:

—Carolyn Forché, Poetry, March 2011Forché has won a fellowship from the Academy of American Poets, which  includes a stipend of $25,000. Past recipients include E.E. Cummings, Ezra Pound and J.D. McClatchy.

poetrysince1912:

—Carolyn Forché, Poetry, March 2011

Forché has won a fellowship from the Academy of American Poets, which  includes a stipend of $25,000. Past recipients include E.E. Cummings, Ezra Pound and J.D. McClatchy.

Passing Our Lives With Our Hands Tied TogetherAnd, from the darkness, I emerge! I am back, after a week or so of not writing. Maybe longer. I…View Post

Passing Our Lives With Our Hands Tied Together

And, from the darkness, I emerge! I am back, after a week or so of not writing. Maybe longer. I…

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To Defend A Sunbeam’s Architecture with My Life
 
So there I was. Stranded. Alone. Sitting at a bus station after dark in Durban, a town on the…View Post

To Defend A Sunbeam’s Architecture with My Life

 

So there I was. Stranded. Alone. Sitting at a bus station after dark in Durban, a town on the…

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Because We Were Poor, We Made Up a Taleand so my journey continues! I apologize profusely for the lack of writing recently. I’ve actually…View Post

Because We Were Poor, We Made Up a Tale

and so my journey continues! I apologize profusely for the lack of writing recently. I’ve actually…

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