Things to Call Water – Mark Leidner friend of the cup void soda idiot’s vodka fool’s oil pipe sap tap wine faucet gumbo boiler’s tool baby of snow steam’s mom hot dog blood “Cannonball!” shrapnel diver’s excuse island ender navy gravy torpedo media The Artist Formerly Known as Ice Dances with Eels Señor Osmosis drowner’s … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Mark Leidner
NOTE: NEW SECTION ADDED. SUNDAY, MARCH 3, SAME TIME, SAME EVERYTHING. PLEASE EMAIL ME AT alison_mcghee@hotmail.com IF YOU’D LIKE TO REGISTER. Greetings, writers and writerly types, I’m offering a one-day creative writing workshop –Creative Writing Kickstart– on Saturday, March 2. The class will touch on various aspects of creative writing craft, including point of … Continue reading NEW SECTION ADDED! One-day Creative Writing Kickstart class, Saturday, March 2
Memento Mori – Billy Collins There is no need for me to keep a skull on my desk, to stand with one foot up on the ruins of Rome, or wear a locket with the sliver of a saint’s bone. It is enough to realize that every common object in this sunny little room will … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Billy Collins
–here are a few things you might see. A revival taking place in a field set among pine barrens, cars and pickups parked on both sides of the road, a single strip mowed out of tall grass and a tall purple cross tilting over the bowed heads of those who came to be saved. A … Continue reading If you travel to the southern wild
It was the end of a long day. You and your friend Absalom had spent it exploring the byways, talking and laughing and getting out of the car wherever the spirit moved you, taking in the sights and sounds and smells of the river and the tall pines and the pushing and pulling tides of this … Continue reading "Give freely of what you find"
The Uninvited – Virginia R. Terris As the heads of state feast with one another, the tables in the gilded hall loaded with caviar, venison, exotic fruits and veg- etables and gallons of champagne, there’s a tapping on the windows. A child’s face, then another, presses against the panes, the eyes in them black as … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Virginia R. Terris
There is No Going Back – Wendell Berry No, no, there is no going back. Less and less you are that possibility you were. More and more you have become those lives and deaths that have belonged to you. You have become a sort of grave containing much that was and is no more in … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Wendell Berry
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