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Laura
A friend recently gave me a copy of Louise Gluck's book of poetry A Village Life. I have had mixed feelings about her poems in the past but I love these. She creates a simple,... More »
Laura
178 I cautious, scanned my little life- I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads like mine Should be a-dreaming laid. I put the latter in a Barn- The former, blew away.... More »
Laura
For Katey Walters She conjures forth bubbles of fire from frozen lakes. I heard it on the radio, circling the dark lanes of a parking deck. A big blue Suburban nearly backed into me as... More »
Laura
Between these waves of winter salt and the fingers of deciduous stillness that arc and lean above them, beached and whittled into the sparse clarity of speechless ghosts, there is a space like breath, like... More »
Laura
It's his birthday. As Kingfishers Catch Fire As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's Bow swung finds tongue... More »
Laura
Only the sky Is pretending To be still. That soft fever I get in these woods Wells up blue And slow In my body. Its thump Is only a piece Of the life It is... More »
Laura
When the Fiddlers Gather Now they are become more than men we must know how to tune up, to take their flying root-and-stem light of joy from each old hand as it pumps under the... More »
Laura
These words of sky open up the breath I still remember Their windows bring that clean blue growl my hands have missed lks 6/18/09
Laura
The Promise Mysteriously they entered, those few minutes. Mysteriously, they left. As if the great dog of confusion guarding my heart, who is always sleepless, suddenly slept. It was not an awakening of the large,... More »
Laura
The Sweet Arab, the Generous Arab Since no one else is mentioning you enough. The Arab who extends his hand. The Arab who will not let you pass his tiny shop without a welcoming word.... More »
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