in the mirror face to face I see this young man old laughing together with one another “how absurd, you’re so old so young” not like an ancient city built layer atop of layer but a continuous construct of the new, the humorous thew humane the divine forever renewing refreshing relentless time at our backs
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Beautiful SPRING day The room dark and somber. I sleep peacefully. The post Spring Day | Mónika Tóth appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
I got up from the bench I was sleeping on in DuPont Circle, cleaned up, bought new makeup and new clothes, grew breasts, endured attacks by conspiracies of friends and strangers, and walked back to the circle where there were half-naked people, corporate sponsors, and a bigoted preacher screaming, “You abominations should be ashamed of…
“L’envahissement de l’être (danser avec Duras)” by Thomas Lebrun, Faits d’hiver 2023. Photo courtesy Festival Faits d’hiver © DR Usually, when I say “They got what they deserve”, I mean, “They’re hoist on their own petard”. This time, however, perhaps in a sign that the Age of Aquarius really is just a glass of white-wine…
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What I want to know is: When I’m dead and gone. Who’ll prop me up in the dawn? — Kenward Elmslie Born on April 27, 1929, in New York City into a distinguished family—his grandfather was Joseph Pulitzer—Kenward Gray Elmslie grew up in Colorado Springs, CO, attended St. Mark’s preparatory school, and then Harvard, receiving…
