Read To Me — Day Eight

One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice […]

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Read To Me — Day Seven

Solitude, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink […]

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Read To Me — Day Six

The Moment, by Margaret Atwood The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloose their soft arms […]

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Read To Me — Day Five

Valentine, by Carol Ann Duffy Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. […]

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Brigit’s Flame Updates!

Entries are due for the first annual Artists & Writers Mini-Contest by 11 p.m. EST, tomorrow. Watch your news feed tomorrow afternoon for the April Week One Topic Post, and get ready for another month of competition! Meanwhile, check out the community About Page. We’re always looking forward to meeting new members and friends!

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Read To Me – Day Four

To The Whore Who Took My Poems, by Charles Bukowski some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep carbons and you have my paintings too, my best ones; its stifling: are you trying to crush […]

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Read To Me — Day Three

Introduction to Poetry, by Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem’s room and feel the […]

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Read To Me — Day Two

The Balance Wheel, by Anne Sexton Where I waved at the sky And waited your love through a February sleep, I saw birds swinging in, watched them multiply Into a tree, weaving on a branch, cradling a keep In the arms of April sprung from the south to occupy This slow lap of land, like […]

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