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Redlands (poem)

Redlands by Dauphine Sb * I do get vertigo. When the oil runs out, we shall go to our cabin on the lake, and I should be 60 or 70 then. When the oil runs out I will get vertigo … Continue reading

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infidel poetics

“The anonymous lyric, including the riddle and the metrical charm, appears to have been gradually eclipsed by the emergence of an elite and self-consciously literary tradition of poetry, but these ancient modes and forms did not vanish altogether, nor are … Continue reading

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why you shouldn’t read Mary Oliver quite so much: “Singapore”

I see Mary Oliver a lot in pagan/naturalistic religion social media, and even in liturgical settings. With all the literally thousands of poets out there, I wish this were not the case. Her work hits all the right “nature buttons” … Continue reading

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“River” by Sherwin Bitsui

When we river, blood fills cracks in bullet shells, oars become fingers scratching windows into dawn, and faces are stirred from mounds of mica. I notice the back isn’t as smooth anymore,       the river crests at the moment of blinking; … Continue reading

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Maria Attanasio: Poet of Carnal Consciousness

It Was Mine … It was mine, in the uncorrupted sphere of Parmenides the river wave the anonymous hand that in the dream strokes you: dark symmetry of fire and water unconscious rustle of neurons. It was disagreement the swarmy … Continue reading

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Seven Broken Altars (poem)

Seven Broken Altars by Dauphine Sb   1. People from Ohio have to come from somewhere.   2. I squirrel my writing away inside the gardening store. Supposedly writing is a sign of the loss of the world.   3. … Continue reading

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The Panick Cave (poem)

The Panick Cave by Dauphine Sb Kind heart, why have you left me, where have you gone? Like the cinders of the offer you are gone. The snow builds up in the empty tomb. I have become a signal. I … Continue reading

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