NaPoReMo #30: Holding hands
Oh western wind, when wilt thou blow that the small rain down can rain? Christ, if my love were in my arms and I in my bed again! … Continue reading
NaPoReMo #29: Here and now
This Maitreyabandhu There’s no law against my listening to this thrush behind the barn, the song so loud it echoes like a bell, then it’s further off beyond the … Continue reading
NaPoReMo #28: Still waters run deep
Pulse James McGonigal Smooth slope of a hill and fornication undoubtedly taking place in its lee. Ash trees shivered in a wind that still had the delicious flick of frost … Continue reading
NaPoReMo #27: The Truth About God
God’s Justice Anne Carson In the beginning there were days set aside for various tasks. On the day He was to create justice God got involved in making a … Continue reading
NaPoReMo #26: Barfly
tonight Charles Bukowski “your poems about the girls will still be around 50 years from now when the girls are gone,” my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear … Continue reading
NaPoReMo #25: A library for Everyman
Why We Need Libraries Ian McMillan It is the mid-sixties, and it does not matter which year exactly; it may have been the year Mrs White threw water on … Continue reading
NaPoReMo #24: A Warning
Warning Malika Booker 1 Some great-grandmother told her daughter, Never let no man hit you and sleep, pepper the food, boil hot water and throw, use knife and make … Continue reading
