Literature

Just Before Dark

November 4, 2015
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We drove south along Route 285, through an obstacle course of tumbleweeds and dust devils, and by cafes with hand-painted signs boasting green chili hot enough to keep Satan in Hell. Read the full post

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Screensaver

November 2, 2015
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…my Scottie is profiled once again against the marsh, just beyond our doorway, dusted with snow, where he is waiting, like I am, to step into the next frame—more countries, more weather, more funerals, the next life. Read the full post

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Two Poems by F. J. Williams

July 10, 2015
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I save my wow for the finishing line, my jelly book of scraps, my smudgy blurs, your snug little map from a sheet on wine and… Read the full post

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So There They Were at the Beach Again, Looking Around

April 8, 2015
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He doesn’t like to go there but she says he should get out more, get some sun. Read the full post

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The Pond

April 1, 2015
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For a week we lost power, and little was different, except the candles, and eating ten pounds of meat from the freezer in under a week. Read the full post

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Gritsev Calls

April 1, 2015
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Forbidden language pulled from tongues of chimney smoke, the Book of Snow that moves through ending after ending. Read the full post

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Two poems by Jane Kirwan

July 20, 2014
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At the end of March, there’ll be no leaves, the walnut trees will drip black ribbons – blossom killed by frost last May. The lane… Read the full post

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the ground unfurls

July 5, 2014
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a country prostrate. i look out as we move so slight, though i know it was ten miles ago i began this thought: … Read the full post

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Life Jacket

June 25, 2014
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We are all exhausted. Our packable knit travel clothes have lost their shape. Even though we tie our scarves in different ways, we are still wearing the same scarf. “What do you absolutely have to do before we leave Paris?” I ask. Read the full post

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Cheng Man Ch’ing

June 21, 2014
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Once when he was living in New York, he was asked why he had ended up having western rather than Chinese students. He nodded gravely. “Confucius also went to teach the barbarians.” Read the full post

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