Day’s End
Phyllis Stowell2020-12-28T13:56:42-07:00He knew his star rose before his birth Galib As if – near the end of my days – I stepped [...]
He knew his star rose before his birth Galib As if – near the end of my days – I stepped [...]
Moldering along in the desert, trying to work, live, worry about the irrigation system, is that tree okay, revise poem, think about line breaks, read the news, translate a poem, [...]
It has become familiar You feel it through the mattress – a tremor and the way it lurches toward you in a fall Do you fear the [...]
Upward from the damp spore-aired forest floor an ibis-white light burst between the thighs of tree on its blue dot in the cosmic rainbow
Even the east wind cannot bear it any longer; it turns into a secret light... The Terrace of Yen Li Shang-yin Dawn already sad I cast [...]
You don't talk to the dead you talk at them setting the story aright a canoe overturned in rapids belongings sodden tied down by intention to survive words [...]
To an old man what is more natural than to die? Cicero Individuals die species die the fleeting made eternal through incessant change yet how [...]
What havoc! even the winds and seas are in revolt in this best of all possible worlds where peace is only possible in intimacy cultivate your own garden [...]
She asks what is sacred answers herself a mint stem's naked rootlets in a waterglass a second hand clicking blackwings plunging through an ocean of air a [...]
It was Rabbit you blamed for eating the primrose In reality it was Squirrel munching and digging with his sharp rodent claws excavator acrobat evoking laughter his sandy-tan belly hugging [...]