The Month of Emergencies – poemRebecca Faulkner

  7.9 inches of rain fell in Central Park last night dead cicadas on the crosswalk   their bodies bunched   in brittle knots         sticky candy sky bright with grief      branches submerged   by the weight     of our silence     a letter unread a door closed firmly       & […]

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Duino – poemPatrick Mackie

  Whether you can get there from here or wherever depends on whether you are there already, on whether you will find that you are already standing amidst the outspread hands of its stones, and their misty grey dawns,  on whether indeed the arcs and folds of that sky really can make all location moot […]

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