Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach, “Afraid Ancestral”
Panic is learned, I believe. It could be natural. Maybe humanity has an instinct to fear the unfamiliar. —Still, there are babies radiating brightness, trying t...
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Gabrielle Calvocoressi, “At Last the New Arriving”
“How was your birthday?” Well-meaning, polite people ask this, and I want to give a response better than “I had sushi” (I actually had P...
Emily Dickinson, “One and One – are One” (769)
One and One — are One, intones Dickinson. You could say, as the kids do, that Dickinson is being “extra.” Two — be finished using is her very next l...
Suzanne Buffam, “On Antigone”
Law spoke, says the poem. Law spoke, creating the world in which I live. A world where I enjoy Internet access and am sometimes of help to human beings. Law spo...
Emily Dickinson, “A lane of Yellow led the eye” (1650)
After another day of worrying about everything and nothing, I find myself drawn to imaginative realms, specifically places for meditation and of meditation. Dic...