One Poem Only

Radical by Marianne Moore 1887 – 1972 Tapering to a point, conserving everything, this carrot is predestined to be thick. The world is but a circumstance, a mis- erable corn-patch for its feet. With ambition, imagination, outgrowth, nutriment, with everything crammed belligerent- ly inside itself, its fibres breed mon- opoly — a tail-like, wedge-shaped engine with the secret of expansion, fused wi...

Who Has Seen the Wind Christina Rossetti 1830 – 1894 Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, The wind is passing by.

Asking the age old question, where do we start? The Spark by Maggie Devers I try to think where her story starts. When I went to my parents' for the weekend And the Labrador could smell her And for the first time in her dog life, didn’t jump on me Or when I met her father And we kissed on our first date At the cowboy bar that's burned down twice now, Or when we named her And whispered her into my...

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