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Monthly Archives: April 2019
April 30, 2019 poetry journal two
The Carpet Was Thinking Of What Color It Wanted To be Next By stages, it ceased to be a dream close to her face, the curtains smell like the sun, and the book ledge, full of books and plaster ceiling. … Continue reading
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April 30, 2019 poetry journal
My Life Before The Next Morning If I lose track of my life before the next morning, it weaves its way through the train again. The way heaven does, or you do, or the way we think or move together … Continue reading
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April 29, 2019 poetry journal two
So, we both become our parents again. I sit as still as possible and try to realize I’m not me. The stage lights up at Christmas, I breathe a sigh of relief. every eye is glued to what’s happening up … Continue reading
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April 29, 2019 poetry journal
I look differently than all the times I stood in this room before. No longer who I was then. For the sake of vanity, I shed my pageant clothes. I suppose … this time she looked nice, or made some … Continue reading
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April 28, 2019 poetry journal
Clair De Lune At the time, Claire and I were sitting at the swimming pool. We needed words, I said. Claire ran into the house, and brought out a book. It was full of words — Her sister dived into … Continue reading
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April 27, 2019 poetry journal
Mrs. Miniver I found this while doing some research, at one point. I asked if I should sell my paintings. It’s from the magazine, I guess. I know I must have said that — I looked around the room at … Continue reading
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April 24, 2019 poetry journal
Poem In the mornings, I walk from my house into town. Each day I do this, I walk with a little girl who wants to be a newscaster one day. I’m Nina Teutenberg, and she can be one of the … Continue reading
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April 23, 2019 poetry journal
Sonnet to Mrs. Miniver Today, I saw you twice, and both times through glass. We still have church. It has never been removed, and remains the most important day of our lives. The theater is infused with the rights of … Continue reading
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April 22, 2019 poetry journal
Sonnet This time the studio I rented was already in the garage. We were sitting in front of the fireplace, and the flowers were blooming outside. I thought about this period of my life, and the daisies blooming on the … Continue reading
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April 21, 2019 poetry journal
Sonnet These critics (in Seymour’s calendar at the magazine itself) had become accustomed to Seymour’s unpredictable style. It was attributed to her need to survive Nine Stories, and Gloria Swanson’s dive. If Bill Holden leaves for New York again, with … Continue reading
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