January 2012
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Lost David Wagoner Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you. If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are...
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Up Margaret Atwood You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong, you can’t get out of bed. It’s something about the crumpled sheets hanging over the edge like jungle foliage, the terry slippers gaping their dark pink mouths for your feet, the unseen breakfast— some of it in...
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“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
– Mary Oliver
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Island of the Raped Women
There are no paved roads here and all of the goats are well-behaved. Mornings, beneath thatched shelters, we paint wide-brimmed straw hats. We paint them inside and outside. We paint very very fast. Five hats a morning. We paint very very slow. One hat a week. All of our hats are beautiful and we all look beautiful in our hats. Afternoons, we take turns: mapping baby crabs moving in and out of...
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Little Red-Cap
At childhood’s end, the houses petered out into playing fields, the factory, allotments kept, like mistresses, by kneeling married men, the silent railway line, the hermit’s caravan, till you came at last to the edge of the woods. It was there that I first clapped eyes on the wolf.
He stood in a clearing, reading his verse out loud in his wolfy drawl, a paperback in his hairy paw, red wine...
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