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July 23, 2021

“Summer” by Robin Coste Lewis

Summer Last summer, two discrete young snakes left their skin on my small porch, two mornings in a row. Being post-modern now, I pretended as if I did not see them, nor understand what I… Continue Reading

July 9, 2021

“The House of Belonging” by David Whyte

The House of Belonging I awoke  this morning  in the gold light  turning this way  and that thinking for  a moment  it was one  day  like any other. But  the veil had gone  from my … Continue Reading

June 4, 2021

“Everything is Waiting for You” by David Whyte

Everything is Waiting for You After Derek Mahon Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the… Continue Reading

April 15, 2021

“Pale Blue Dot” by Carl Sagan

Pale Blue Dot Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out… Continue Reading

April 9, 2021

“The Perfect Poem” by Kaveh Akbar

The Perfect Poem In god’s gleaming empire, herds of triceratops lunge up on their hind legs to somersault around the plains. The angels lie in the sun using straight pins to eat hollyhocks. Mostly they… Continue Reading

April 2, 2021

“One More Love Poem” by Dunya Mikhail

One More Love Poem If I had one more day I would write a love poem composed of one word repeated like binary code. I’ll multiply it by the number of days that passed without… Continue Reading

April 1, 2021

25 Tips for Musicians by Thelonious Monk

25 Tips for Musicians In 1960 jazz pianist Thelonious Monk wrote down a list of tips for his new saxophonist Steve Lacy. A reproduction of Lacy's transcription of this advice is included below. Just because… Continue Reading

March 26, 2021

“Quantum Mechanic”

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March 26, 2021

“Sometimes” by David Whyte

Sometimes Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest, breathing like the ones in the old stories, who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound, you come to a place whose only… Continue Reading

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