A Postcard from the Volcano by Wallace Stevens

(A great poem by a great poet) This was a day when nothing happened, the children went off to school without a murmur, remembering their books, lunches, gloves. All morning, the baby and I built block stacks in the squares of light on the floor. And lunch blended into...

We live in a desert

Trying not to worship the Sun Water eludes capture, leaks and drains where it can before drying up and giving itself over to air Underneath it, the earth’s crust bakes October and it’s still too hot. Here comes you A perfect storm, swollen earth soaked with and...
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