Daily rants on literature, love, and life.
“Summer Solstice” [excerpt] by Stacie Cassarino
I wanted to see where beauty comes from
without you in the world, hauling my heart
across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
my pockets filling with flowers.
Then I remembered,
it’s you I miss in the brightness
and body of every living name:
rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch.
without you in the world, hauling my heart
across sixty acres of northeast meadow,
my pockets filling with flowers.
Then I remembered,
it’s you I miss in the brightness
and body of every living name:
rattlebox, yarrow, wild vetch.
You are the green wonder of June,
root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
When I finally understand that people fail
at love, what is left but cinquefoil, thistle,
the paper wings of the dragonfly
aeroplaning the soul with a sudden blue hilarity?
1 day ago
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This year will take from me / the hardened person / who I longed to be. / I am healing by mistake. / Rome is also built on ruins.
Eliza Griswold’s “Ruins”
2 days ago
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“The Cure” [excerpt] by Cathy Smith Bowers
Long after I thought
I had done with grieving
there arose in my chest
between the sternum and clavicle
a soft commotion, like the gerbils
caged in my niece’s room
that race all night across the furious wheel.
It would start when I least expected—
in the theater during credits
or among the squash and spinach
of the produce aisle.
2 days ago
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… What will I do with my days / now that my nights / are sublimely alone / and how will I make use of this wound / I carried like a map / so that I would never, never / lose you?
Paul Guest’s “In Praise of the Defective”
5 days ago
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