Daily Poem: Afterwards ~ Wayne Cox

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I’m posting this today in honor of my mother. Today is the 33rd anniversary of her death. Afterwards ~ Wayne Cox The carpet and the footprints leading Nowhere. The air, and each familiar Object, from the dried flowers to the ripe Ceramic fruit, caught in the tension of dust. Only the clock moves, grimly unwinding. […]

Jon Carroll on Gratitude

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In place of a daily poem, today I am sharing one of my favorite pieces from Jon Carroll. He was one of my favorite columnists at the San Francisco Chronicle, and I’m pleased that he has continued to share his writing on his own blog after retiring from the paper. He has two particularly good columns related […]

Daily Poem: The Lute and the Lyre ~ Algernon Charles Swinburne

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The Lute and the Lyre ~ Algernon Charles Swinburne Deep desire, that pierces heart and spirit to the root, Finds reluctant voice in verse that yearns like soaring fire, Takes exultant voice when music holds in high pursuit Deep desire. Keen as burns the passion of the rose whose buds respire, Strong as grows the […]

Daily Poem: The Catacombs in San Callisto ~ Rolf Jacobsen

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The Catacombs in San Callisto ~ Rolf Jacobsen Translated from the Norwegian by Roger Greenwald A city in death with the streets caved in and the traffic lights still. A city seen in a broken mirror we have to rub the darkness from with our hands. Beneath the stars and the beneath the earth, a […]

Daily Poem: The Year You Thought You Were Dying ~ Mindy Nettifee

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The Year You Thought You Were Dying ~ Mindy Nettifee was a really great year. You ate licorice on the beach in January, swam rum sauced in the icy Pacific wearing only blue rubber flippers and your grandfather’s dog tags and for the first time, it felt good to be cold, it felt good to […]

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