Our acknowledged and unacknowledged tragedies
just underfoot.
All ground might be hallowed ground.
I want to go everywhere, but how do I trod?
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putting things down and picking things up.
Every night you wash in loss and satisfaction.
You have not yet learned the language of your prayers
but have felt them move inside you like a child.
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The art of losing isn’t hard to master
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As I gazed the length and breadth of nature’s creations,
i saw the upper and lower identities of its limitation.
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We never would have heard the beat if Jim had not forgotten his hat,
In our bedroom at Casa Brandaritz,
The old farm house, built in the 16th century,
Same family
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“I don’t care what you’ve heard,”
she said, “because you may have heard
something different than I.
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It was the second round of flashlight tag. We’d been screeching up a storm of fake horror since the sun set. Beth was “it.” I ran far away from her and crouched behind a headstone at the edge of the cemetery grounds near the field.
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The Congolese musicians arrived. They went immediately into their complex bongo, conga, and chakra rhythms, making their opening sequence a tribute to their African deities. This was accompanied by a lively dance, performed by lithe, agile male and female dancers, each of whom had obviously been honing their craft since childhood.
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Luciann Berrios' debut collection bursts out from "under the shadow of a memory," offering not simply poems but chronicles of movement, forward and backward in time.
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"Chavisa Woods' Things to Do When You're Goth in the Country is part Flannery O'Connor, part Kelly Link: darkly funny and brilliantly human, urgently fantastical and implacably realistic."
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I’ve given it time, as if time were mine to give.
There was a dam, larger than Hoover or the President or the patent
For the metal creature that sucks up all the dust.
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You're left with a choice
To gather remnants
Of what you once loved
This year, the zeitgeist spells split selves. More and more of life is lived across media, says the closest cultural majority. We, as in me, are fraying across platforms.
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I think my earliest memory as far as I can see was being beheld by Mahatma Gandhi.
Yes, the very one.
Do you do cocaine? Have you ever tried it? Don’t lie. Molly? E? how about weed? Nothing wrong wit alil puff puff pass to help the time past right?
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