Daily Poem: Three Mile Island at Night ~ Michelle Brooks

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Three Mile Island at Night ~ Michelle Brooks I have not been able to locate a website for the author. If you know of one, please share! I am waiting for the disaster of my life to reveal itself. All the elements are present for an accident of serious consequence. When it does, I will […]

Daily Poem: Tim Riggins Speaks of Waterfalls ~ Nico Alvarado

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Tim Riggins Speaks of Waterfalls ~ Nico Alvarado “You want to know what it was like? It was like my whole life had a fever. Whole acres of me were on fire. The sun talked dirty in my ear all night. I couldn’t drive past a wheatfield without doing it violence. I couldn’t even look […]

Daily Poem: From “The Heavens” ~ Caterina Bon Brenzoni

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From “The Heavens” ~ Caterina Bon Brenzoni […] The heart has powerful wings;—take me by the hand: Following the flight of high intelligence will come This desire for knowledge that burns within me, This love of truth that overpowers me so. Speak to me your language! Oh, the raptures Of a thought that turns towards […]

Daily Poem: The Moths ~ Mary Oliver

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The Moths ~ Mary Oliver There’s a kind of white moth, I don’t know what kind, that glimmers by mid-May in the forest, just as the pink mocassin flowers are rising. If you notice anything, it leads you to notice more and more. And anyway I was so full of energy. I was always running around, […]

Daily Poem: A Hundred Ways to Say Your Name ~ Tania de Rozario

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A Hundred Ways to Say Your Name ~ Tania de Rozario I avoid speaking your name in conversation, throwing it to the air as if it were nothing more than an assumption of you; it is my last mode of defence. The last item of clothing to discard before I realise I’m naked in public. […]

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