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 ...
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 ...
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
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 ...
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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