"The Fox" by Faith Shearin

It was an ordinary morning: November, thin light,
and we paused over our pancakes to watch
something red move outside. Our house is on

an untamed patch of land and, across the lagoon,
another house surrounded by trees. On the banks
of their shore, facing us: a fox. We thought

he might be a dog at first for he trotted and sniffed
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There Is No Word
By Tony Hoagland

There isn’t a word for walking out of the grocery store
with a gallon jug of milk in a plastic sack
that should have been bagged in double layers

-so that before you are even out the door
you feel the weight of the jug dragging
the bag down, stretching the thin

plastic handles longer and longer
and you know it’s only a ( Read more... )

Lord, take me where you want me to go
Let me meet who you want me to meet
Tell me what you want me to say
And keep me out of your way.

via

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Thank you for this good life, and forgive us if we do not love it enough.

~ Garrison Keillor

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Prayer To Persephone

Be to her, Persephone,
All the things I might not be:
Take her head upon your knee.
She that was so proud and wild,
Flippant, arrogant and free,
She that had no need of me,
Is a little lonely child
Lost in Hell,-Persephone,
Take her head upon your knee:
Say to her, "My dear, my dear,
It is not so dreadful here."

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An ( Read more... )

What's in My Journal

by William Stafford

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
Thing, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beatify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
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Pilot Plumix
Rotring Art Pen
Lamy Joy or 1.1mm italic nib

Just finished reading this book "Not Quite What I Was Planning", a collection of six word memoirs. Wish I had come up with some of them myself. Some were so #storyofmylife that I ended up copy+pasting about 60% of the book. Luckily it is not a very long book. Well, here they are, under the cut. Enjoy!

What's your six word memoir?

( Baby shoes for sale. Never worn. )

"Miss July Grows Older"

How much longer can I get away
with being so fucking cute?
Not much longer.
The shoes with bows, the cunning underwear
with slogans on the crotch--Knock Here,
and so forth--
will have to go, along with the cat suit.

After a while you forget
what you really look like.
You think your mouth is the size it was.
You pretend not to care.

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