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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 [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Phone Sax
PHONE SAX Debussy called it that aquatic instrument. Here on the very edge of a continent, the Pacific pulls down the sun, and I hear one reed singing. [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: The Cutting
THE CUTTING Even in the dampened folds of my handkerchief the [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Contraries
CONTRARIES Yesterday, for instance, on the lake we saw two otters slip out and wrestle on the rocks. Their slick joy carried the August day. Until someone [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Surrender
SURRENDER Just like that truck on the exit ramp, I see the S-curve too late and my load inside begins to shift: A slumber party of fresh [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Tunneling
This past weekend I attended a high school reunion, an adventure in time and space. Some of the people I’d actually known since kindergarten. In addition to our joys, [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: An Abstract Art
AN ABSTRACT ART When the painter Kandinsky lay in hospital, aching from some mysterious complaint, he wept to think about the surgeon’s knife, about being wheeled into [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: My Body Feels
MY BODY FEELS My body feels fine with your body Your fine body feels with my body A full-bodied feeling to feel one Another (finally) my [..]
Today’s Hempsonian Feature: “Still Life” by Marilyn Abildskov from THE SUN
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Today’s Hempsonian News: A great poet has moved on…
DIGGING by Seamus Heaney 1939-2103 Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the [..]