sometimes it is 6:23 pm on some golden august afternoon and i am laying on a bed on the thirteenth floor of some las vegas casino hotel and the sun is shining in through the window just so and i think that this life is…
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How Lucky I Am
Read moreLife has been a little bit of a whirlwind lately. Wedding planning. Starting a new job. Stumbling upon challenge after challenge. Sometimes I feel dizzy-sick with it. Full up. Ready to give up. Then comes a magic moment. A peaceful ride home. Sunset rays lighting…
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Poetry Friday: Falling | Carl Phillips
Read moreFalling | Carl Phillips There’s a meadow I can’t stop coming back to, any more than I can stop calling it a sacred grove—isn’t that what it was, once? A lot of resonance, trees asway with declarations whose traced-on-the-air patterns the grasses also traced, more…
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Poetry Friday: I IMAGINE THE GODS | Jack Gilbert
Read moreI IMAGINE THE GODS | Jack Gilbert I imagine the gods saying, We will make it up to you. We will give you three wishes, they say. Let me see the squirrels again, I tell them. Let me eat some of the great hog stuffed…