Daily Poem: I Dreamed Again ~ Anne Michaels

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I Dreamed Again ~ Anne Michaels I dreamed again you were alive, and woke certain it was your voice love is whisky, it is milk, it is water don’t ever, you said in the dream, think I’ve gone I woke a little more, a moment or two, then remembered. Memory makes it so. Keeps you […]

Daily Poem: Friendship ~ Dinah Maria Craik

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Friendship ~ Dinah Maria Craik Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth […]

Daily Poem: Fiction ~ Keith Leonard

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Fiction ~ Keith Leonard If I get the story right, my mother’s grief will melt back into sand— just enough for a shoreline the size of her driveway. We could hold our shoes by their heels without talking. In this version, I know the password to leaven the latch of fingers wrapped around aluminum. I […]

Daily Poem: The Source ~ Joshua Mehigan

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The Source ~ Joshua Mehigan Water is the least environmentally impactful bev­erage and bottled water is the most environmen­tally responsible packaged drink choice. —INTERNATIONAL BOTTLED WATER ASSOCIATION Far from these woods and this river, far from the Source, in a made place not easy to comprehend, harder than woods and river but much less hard, […]

Daily Poem: Pine Tree Ode ~ Sharon Olds

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Pine Tree Ode ~ Sharon Olds I was sitting on the top stones of a wall—can you get even closer to the tree, he said, so I went inches from the trunk of the tallest of the ones we’d been standing among like small children among the legs of the grown-ups. Now, the side of my […]

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