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Monthly Archives: October 2014
POEM OF THE WEEK: The Things That Keep Us Here
THE THINGS THAT KEEP US HERE I wouldn’t call them dream times exactly, those moments when the wind finds you folding clothes or putting the milk away. And [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Vacant
VACANT My father told us never to look at the dead animals along the road. Our Ford sped past the stiff fuzzy guts, sometimes freshly spilled. It was [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Even When
EVEN WHEN I close my eyes the light that was you burns against my lids. by Christine Hemp from “Looking For Your Name” (Orchard [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Tunneling
TUNNELING by Christine Hemp I have found my way down. Feverish, muddled, I dig deep through loam and stone. I jam my bleeding fingers behind stuck rocks, my [..]