APAD: Empty House, by James Kimbrell

Every few nights I walk over here, screen door opened And springless, leaves now up to the second step, No one watching out the window but me with my  elbows On the ledge, my face staring back at my staring in. What if, all along, I’d been waiting in there? What if The bird left […]

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APAD: Be Nobody’s Darling, by Alice Walker

Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around You like a shawl, To parry stones To keep you warm. Watch the people succumb To madness With ample cheer; Let them look askance at you And you askance reply. Be an outcast; Be pleased to walk alone (Uncool) Or […]

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APAD: This Rain, by Jenna Butler

This Rain brings with it the scent of rain-soaked lilac, lemon lily. Bruised skirts of thunderclouds drop their wet hems over this prairie. It rains and the ditches brim, rains and the water rises like ire amongst the willows. What we say and do not say. The heart incandescent, riverine with distance.   *** lilt […]

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APAD: Courbet, by Debra Allbery

Saturday afternoon in the two-hearted woods. Clouded brow of the upper midwest, sepia season stalled again at February. Out my window, scrim of hardwoods, a dark choke of pine. I’m in a lamplit corner, reading a book on Courbet. Then a memory like opening to a random page—a café back east, early, a window table. […]

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APAD: Imaginary August, by C.D. Wright

If one stood perfectly still. Even in the withering hours of then. Hair down to here. Being alive and quiet. One could forget oneself. Forget what one didn’t even recognize. How mad it felt. Subliminally. One could pick out goldfinches and mourning cloaks among the dying stalks of cosmos, and across the ditch of gray […]

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Continuing To Obsess

That writer’s journal thing? Yeah… I’m still doing that. The latest installment: So, February Was Pretty Brilliant … has been posted. It’s true. February was pretty brilliant. And March ain’t too shabby so far.

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