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Theodore Roethke, from "What Can I Tell My Bones", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]

an old story by Tracy K. Smith

Solstice II

by Kathleen Jamie

Here comes the sun 
summiting the headland -- pow!
straight through the windows of the 10.19
-- and here's us passengers,
splendid and blinking
like we're all re-born,
remade exactly, and just where we left off:
the students, the toddler, the tattoo'd lass,
the half-dozen roustabouts
headed off-shore
cracking more beers and more jokes.
Angus at midwinter
or near as makes no odds --
faint shadows raxed
over fields of dour earth,
every farmer's fenceposts
splashed with gold.

We dream and fight with demons real and imagined; we only live if we dream;

Dejan Stojanović

As we enter a new year, it’s worth remembering the many reasons why this is a special place to be alive.

Bats can hear shapes.

Plants can eat light.

Bees can dance maps.

We can hold all these ideas at once and feel both heavy and weightless with the absurd beauty of it all.

richard siken’s new poem in the new yorker—at the link, you can hear him read it in full

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Carl Phillips, "Fixed Shadow, Moving Water", Then the War: New and Selected Poems [ID'd]

getting back to calligraphy after quiet a long while

I love poetry because you can be so melodramatic and horny and it's OK . it's normal

i feel like this writing ao3 fanfics