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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