Slant (Stephen Dunn Poem)
Yesterday, for a long while, the early morning sunlight in the trees was sufficient, replaced by a hello from a ...
Yesterday, for a long while, the early morning sunlight in the trees was sufficient, replaced by a hello from a ...
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, ...
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the ...
He'd spent his life trying to control the names people gave him; oh the unfair and the accurate equally hurt. ...
Because finally the personal is all that matters, we spend years describing stones, chairs, abandoned farmhouses- until we're ready. Always ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
When Mother died I thought: now I'll have a death poem. That was unforgivable. Yet I've since forgiven myself as ...
if you believe nothing is always what's left after a while, as I did, If you believe you have this ...
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
The dogs greet me, I descend into their world of fur and tongues and then my wife and I embrace ...
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