February 2012
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Litany - Billy Collins
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine… -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and the knife, the crystal goblet and the wine. You are the dew on the morning grass and the burning wheel of the sun. You are the white apron of the baker, and the marsh birds suddenly in flight. However, you are not the wind in the orchard, the plums on the counter, or the house of...
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Bluebeard - Edna St. Vincent Millay
This door you might not open, and you did; So enter now, and see for what slight thing You are betrayed… Here is no treasure hid, No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain For greed like yours, no writhings of distress, But only what you see… Look yet again— An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless. Yet this alone out of my life I kept Unto...
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The Magic Words - Claire Dixon
I want someone far older than I am to call me to his bedside at the hazy edges of spring, to sit me down in an old porch chair, my hands folded, precise as origami cranes in my lap, to tell me a story filled with mud, bad liquor, tiny rooms, rough forest, bugs stinging his back, roots twisting his ankles, the lack of someone’s face blanking his mind of everything, even sleep, heat turning his skin...
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“As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I’m not sure that I’m going to...”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via goldenwandering)
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Spelling - Margaret Atwood
My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling, how to make spells. * I wonder how many women denied themselves daughters, closed themselves in rooms, drew the curtains so they could mainline words. * A child is not a poem, a poem is not a child. There is no either / or. However. * I return to the story of the...
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The Bar Closes (But You Don't Want to Go Home) -...
The Bar Closes (But You Don’t Want to Go Home)
While the man you love bites stories into someone else’s back, there’s a flicker in your eye only seen in late-night television (the heroine stretching her face, half- grin, half-cry), all you’ve done wrong clarified in a...
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