Curiosity by Alastair Reid

Curiosity by Alastair Reid may have killed the cat; more likely the cat was just unlucky, or else curious to see what death was like, having no cause to go on licking paws, or fathering litter on litter of kittens, predictably. Nevertheless, to be curious is dangerous enough. To distrust what is always said, what […]

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Urn by Dorianne Laux

URN By Dorianne Laux I feel her swaying under the earth, deep in a basket of tree roots, their frayed silk keeping her calm, a carpet of grass singing Nearer my god to thee, oak branches groaning in wind coming up from the sea. We take on trust the dead are buried and gone, the […]

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Becoming by Jim Harrison

Becoming by Jim Harrison Nowhere is it the same place as yesterday. None of us is the same person as yesterday. We finally die from the exhaustion of becoming. This downward cellular jubilance is shared by the wind, bugs, birds, bears and rivers, and perhaps the black holes in galactic space where our souls will […]

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