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Father Lynch Returns from the Dead, by Jean Valentine

There’s one day a year
they can return,
if they want.
He says he won’t again.
I ask what it’s like—
he quotes St. Paul: 22 more words

Poetry

Writing With Dream Fragments

I’m a night person (although I’m a morning writer) and I enjoy being up after the world has slowed and the business of the day has ended. 373 more words

The Poet In The World

More with Elise

Stunned by how hard this is. Made it through a day of teaching and mostly held my shit together — even managed to tell the nice coffee lady why I was sad without breaking even one tear — but I’m stunned by how much this hurts. 366 more words

Looking

Your name is a - bird

“Amidst the dust of bookshops, wide dispersed
And never purchased there by anyone,
Yet similar to precious wines, my verse can wait
Its time will come.”
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Poetry

"a kiss on the forehead" :: marina tsvetaeva

new versions from the russian by ilya kaminsky and jean valentine
read the translator’s notes

A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.
I kiss your forehead. 33 more words

Poems

Gail Langstroth: The Named, The Nameless

*** Winner of the Jeffster Award for “Best Social Justice Blog” from Deconstructing Myths ***

As the ten-year anniversary of 9/11 approached, I wanted to take part in an initiative where the significance of this event was looked at as a pledge for future peace and hope. 944 more words

Social Justice