For art, which we are still so lucky to have, whoever wins or loses, still always have, from The Best of It.
from The Narrow Path / by Kay Ryan
But for people who ascend
only by pleasure
there are no holding straps.
Poetry
DPF / Harris
For a tense election night, from poetryfoundation.org.
from My Mother Goes to Vote / by Judith Harris
I remember, in the classroom converted
into a voting place—
there were two mothers, conversing,
squeezed into the children’s desk chairs.
DPF / Saiser
For the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Thanksgiving for Two / by Marjorie Saiser
We are the feast, plenty of years,
arguments. I’m thinking the whole bundle of it
rolls out like a white tablecloth. We wanted
to be good company for one another.
Little did we know that first picnic
how this would go.
DPF / Hale
For running for time, for speed, for distance, for fun, or for one or any combination of the four, from The American Poetry Review, Nov/Dec 2016.
from Waiting on the Time Machine / by Chasity Hale
I think
running is the closest thing to time travel
that I may ever experience in my lifetime–
somehow, I become younger than I am,
younger than I was.
DPF / Akhmatova
For snow, from Poems of Akhmatova.
from Voronezh / by Anna Akhmatova, translated by Stanley Kunitz
And the town stands locked in ice:
a paperweight of trees, wall, snow.
Gingerly, I tread on glass;
the painted sleighs skid in their tracks.
DPF /Artaud
For “the heights of inwardness,” from The Poetry of Surrealism: An Anthology, edited by Michael Benedikt.
from Address to the Dalai Lama / by Antonin Artaud, translated by Michael Benedikt
I, dust, idea, lips and levitation; dream, cry, renunciation of all fixed ideas, suspended among all forms, and longing for nothing but the wind.
DPF / Ochester
For good and obsessive first lines and for the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Fall / by Ed Ochester
Crows, crows, crows, crows
DPF / Judd
For the day! Happy Birthday, Jen, and Happy Halloween to those of you who celebrate it, from An Eyeball in My Garden, edited by Jennifer Cole Judd and Laura Wynkoop.
from My Date with Mummy / by Jennifer Cole Judd
I’ve burned the scones and muffins,
And brewed my blackest tea.
Everything must be just right
For Mummy’s date with me.
DPF / Wynkoop
For the season, from a book of friends, An Eyeball in My Garden, edited by Jennifer Cole Judd and Laura Wynkoop.
from Witch’s Shopping List / by Laura Wynkoop
Stinging nettles
Mandrake root
Stomach of a spotted newt
Powdered wolfsbane
Lace-wing flies
Forty spiny spiker eyes
Alder broomstick
Mugwort tea
Berries from a hawthorn tree
DPF / Eliot20
For days like this, from The Waste Land and Other Poems.
from The Waste Land: II. A Game of Chess / by T.S. Eliot
“What shall I do now? What shall I do?”
“I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
“With my hair down, so. What shall we do
to-morrow?
“What shall we ever do?”
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