May 2013
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Church Basement
The church knelt heavy
above us as we attended Sunday School,
circled by age group and hunkered
on little wood folding chairs
where we gave our nickels, said
our verses, heard the stories, sang
the solid, swinging songs.
It could have been God above
in the pews, His restless love sifting
with dust from the joists. We little
seeds swelled in the stone cellar, bursting
to grow toward the...
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Twilight
Somewhere, at the edge of a field
Dusk has set on fire, a horse
Lifts its broad head from the grass
And, like some beautiful machine,
Makes its way toward the sound
Of a bell in the distance.
Down by the creek, in the half-dark
Of honeysuckle and hickory,
The air itself is water,
While in the infinite expanse
Of failing sky, the evening star
Flares, reflected in the water.
Now the scent of...
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Dream Song 14
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature, ...
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April 2013
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WatchCharlie Parr - Jubilee
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“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”
– Jack Gilbert
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NPM Daily: Carrie Oeding →
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Carrie Oeding’s first collection of poems, Our List of Solutions, won the Lester M. Wolfson prize and was published in 2011 by 42 Miles Press. Her work has appeared in such places as Colorado Review, Third Coast, Best New Poets, Greensboro Review, MidAmerican Review, and was featured…
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“I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his...”
– Jack Gilbert, Failing and Flying 