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Category: Favorite Poems
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by Mary Oliver If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plentyof lives and whole towns destroyed or aboutto be. We are not wise, and not very oftenkind. And much can never be redeemed.Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps thisis its way of fighting back, that sometimessomething happens…
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Two lovers went to the museum and wandered the rooms. He saw a painting and stood in front of it for too long. It was a few minutes before she realized he had gotten stuck. He was stuck looking at a painting. She stood next to him, looking at his face and then the face…
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by Joy Sullivan I’ve always been haunted by choice. I want the city and the forest.Freedom but also babies. A home and the open highway. I love it when other people choose anything for me—dinner spots,weekend plans, hiking trails. It’s one tiny decision I’m absolvedfrom making. To choose is to be culpable and as a…
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by Ocean Vuong The October leaves coming down, as if called. Morning fog through the wildrye beyond the train tracks. A cigarette. A good sweater. On the sagging porch. While the family sleeps. That I woke at all & the hawk up there thought nothing of its wings. That I snuck onto the page while…
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by Simon Maddrell born just six months later in the same place, on the same island.even though i can’t act or sing or dance —but apart from that, we shared a common fear of cybermen and we couldn’t hide behind the same sofaeven though we had the same difference in our way. before it’s a…
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by Marge Piercy Learning to love differently is hard,love with the hands wide open, lovewith the doors banging on their hinges,the cupboard unlocked, the windroaring and whimpering in the roomsrustling the sheets and snapping the blindsthat thwack like rubber bandsin an open palm. It hurts to love wide openstretching the muscles that feel as if they…
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by Billy-Ray Belcourt Utopia is an impossible demand. Most likely,it’s what happens when no one’s looking. On Grindr, my profile stated: DESIRE IS A PLANETTRAPPED INSIDE AN EVEN BIGGER PLANET. The men I met were aroused by the world; I was aroused by the opposite of the world. Turns out there can be so much nightinside…
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by Destiny O. Birdsong your therapist wants to know where in your body you most feel your anxiety. you tell her in the bones behind your face. they have their own music, like ptolemy’s universe, and chirp like shuriken dancing in the road. your therapist says you hurt because there are things you’ve never been…
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by Mary Ruefle You grow old.You love everybody.You forgive everyone.You think: we are all leavesdragged along by a wheel.Then comes a splendid spottedyellow one—ah, distinction! And in that momentyou are dragged under.
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by KB Brookins In the beginning, heaven begat earth & earthbegat Sunday. For this one, I’m sitting in a desk chaircrafted by hands, all somewhere unawarethat they’re now touching bare skin. Thisis all the proof I needed, but I’m feeling generouswith language, so I’ll try to make this quick: in the dreams of my dearest enemies,…
Emily Vance Brown 