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Here is another collections of books I have recently read, courtesy of NetGalley. *** Dark is When the Devil Comes by Daisy Pearce This book is creepy as hell. Not quite nightmare-inducing, but not far from it. When Hazel returns to her hometown following a failed marriage, she is struggling to adapt to the next…
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The cries of the wild geese are spring,are returningwarmth and growth and light,are the promise of apples ripening on the branchand crickets singing in the summer night,are hope in flight. Every year I hear them I am olderand yet reborn –each year is another step closer to the last, and yetalso, somehow, a new dawn,a…
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I first read Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers in college and I was absolutely enthralled. This was poetry I had never seen before, formless and unstructured. It struck me in a way I couldn’t explain, and changed how I wrote poetry. A month from now. A week from now. Tomorrow. When he goes.…
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As usual, I have managed to read faster than I write, and I have fallen behind on my NetGalley reviews. Here is a handful for you to peruse and see if any appeal to you. More are to come over the next few days! *** Traversal by Maria Popova I have been a fan of…
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I came here so that theI came to be equal in surprise toI came empty-handed before being driedI am a poisonous epochI was at four a shape of love and reasonI was at fifteen capable of heinous pityI’m not so foolish as toI think at 34 that I know who the best poets areI saw…
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You promised to send me some violets. Did you forget? White ones and blue ones from under the orchard hedge? Sweet dark purple, and white ones mixed for a pledge Of our early love that hardly has opened yet. Here there’s an almond tree—you have never seen Such a one in the north—it flowers on…
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I grew up in a town bordered by the Connecticut River; in fact, I drive over it every day on my way to and from work. Soon I will be moving to a town without the river as a neighbor, where instead I will be bordered by farm fields rather than the river that feeds…
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So, I didn’t forget to post poetry on my birthday but did manage to miss the day after. Go figure. Here are two poems to make up for yesterday’s loss. I even chose a great one for April 17 in honor of the New Moon. Better late than never, I guess. New Moon by Ted…
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I’m posting this a bit late today. I didn’t forget; I’ve been out and about celebrating my birthday. Welcome, 49! Today I shall celebrate myself, and share my own work with you. *** End of the Daydream by Nicole Kapise-Perkins Maybe I’m doing betterat looking past red flags.I wish to be happier;I remind myself even…
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For Day 15 of National Poetry Month, I give you the brilliant Maria Popova! The rain falls and fallscool, bottomless, and prehistoricfalls like night —not an ablutionnot a baptismjust a small reasonto rememberall we know of Heavento rememberwe are still herewith our love songs and our wars,our space telescopes and our table tennis. Here tooin…
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