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Notes in Emily Dickinson's pocket - "Who never lost, are unprepared" (Life, 34)

Who never lost, are unprepared	
A coronet to find;	
Who never thirsted, flagons	
And cooling tamarind.	
Who never climbed the weary league—
Can such a foot explore	
The purple territories	
On Pizarro’s shore? 55 more words


A few lovely things for today, when it’s 93 degrees. It’s only March and it’s already too hot to wear clothes. Summer is going to be a fiery hellscape.


National Poetry Month!!!

I am a pretty unreliable blogger, but I always show up for National Poetry Month. This year, it so happens that I’m taking an online poetry course taught by Eaven Boland offered through Stanford– for free! 224 more words


Nonfiction by Donal Mahoney

Back Then and Write Now

When I began writing in 1960, there were no website “magazines.” Print journals were the only place to have poems published. 2,013 more words



We do not play on Graves—
Because there isn’t Room—
Besides—it isn’t even—it slants
And People come—

And put a Flower on it—
And hang their faces so— 32 more words

Notes in Emily Dickinson's pocket - "Dare you see a soul at the white heat?" (Life, 33)

Dare you see a soul at the white heat?	
  Then crouch within the door.	
Red is the fire’s common tint;	
  But when the vivid ore	
Has sated flame’s conditions,
  Its quivering substance plays	
Without a color but the light	
  Of unanointed blaze. 59 more words