Read To Me – Day Eighteen

Proverbs from Purgatory, by Lloyd Schwartz It was déjà vu all over again. I know this town like the back of my head. People who live in glass houses are worth two in the bush. One hand scratches the other. A friend in need is worth two in the bush. A bird in the hand […]

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Read To Me – Day Seventeen

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot [Excerpt] Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: […]

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Read To Me – Day Sixteen

Forgotten, by ‘Popcorn’ Marshall Find what you can on Kioni Marshall, remember her voice, remember her name. This little girl is living proof that the poet’s soul is deep and dark; the poets soul bears the pain and ecstasy of life experience far beyond what a youthful body may ever know.

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Read To Me – Day Fifteen

Lock and Key, by Rachel Sherwood I hardly know where to look anymore. Places have a putrid familiarity like the smell of my own sheets or the close air of the kitchen — fishbones on the drain left in the ghastly order of temporal things. I have been sitting in this bar for years now […]

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Read To Me – Day Fourteen

A Lullaby, by Amy Miller Sleep now. The city you were building in your head, its shouting and conveyances, its strikers and unhelpful signs, its cops with their stern citations, rest. Rest the piteous call from your sister and the words you boiled in the pot all day. Somewhere deer fatten in a sudden thaw. […]

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Read To Me – Day Thirteen

Interstate Sonnet, by Carl Marcum A cigarette kiss in the desert. The wind-proof arc of flame sparks inside the speeding Buick. Menthol: a break from the monotony of highway nicotine— most intimate of drugs. Make this mean sorrow or thermodynamics, whatever small gesture there is time for. Light another one, the vainglorious interstate dusk and […]

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Read To Me — Day Twelve

Dreamwood, by Adrienne Rich In the old, scratched, cheap wood of the typing stand there is a landscape, veined, which only a child can see or the child’s older self, a poet, a woman dreaming when she should be typing the last report of the day. If this were a map, she thinks, a map […]

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Read To Me – Day Eleven

Tulips, by Sylvia Plath And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet. The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me. Even through the gift paper I could hear them […]

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Read To Me – Day Ten

  To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter [with Adendum] by, Jesse Parent   In spite of the abuse You Tube has suffered over recent years, I think it’s possibly the greatest invention since the PC, because, You Tube can bring presentations such as this directly into my home! Jesse Parent’s slam […]

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Read To Me — Day Nine

Hamlet’s Soliloquy “To Be Or Not To Be” [excerpt], by William Shakespeare To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; […]

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