tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post7608433874702981037..comments2024-03-28T02:54:32.745-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - LandayTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-85701017962449966602016-09-16T17:21:26.271-04:002016-09-16T17:21:26.271-04:00Thanks, Jane. That means the world to me. jThanks, Jane. That means the world to me. jAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03639189488267519417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-89355449503105656602016-09-15T05:58:45.871-04:002016-09-15T05:58:45.871-04:00WOW---just WOW, Judith.WOW---just WOW, Judith.Jane Yolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614445497209111557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-23959630332788372822016-09-14T23:48:53.601-04:002016-09-14T23:48:53.601-04:00Gone
When she went she took the kids along.
Left b...Gone<br />When she went she took the kids along.<br />Left black mold and shards of glossy shower tile behind.<br /><br />When she went she cleaned the pantry bare.<br />Left it vacant as his eyes, near-set and early shrunk.<br /><br />When she went she emptied every drawer.<br />Left them hollow as his sunken cheeks; teeth clenched to grit.<br /><br />When she went she packed her bags that nightAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03639189488267519417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-82630057366879823032016-09-14T18:01:14.276-04:002016-09-14T18:01:14.276-04:00Yes, it is an amazing piece. I do hope readers fol...Yes, it is an amazing piece. I do hope readers follow the link.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-2361369962701524252016-09-14T17:50:08.329-04:002016-09-14T17:50:08.329-04:00Tricia,
I strongly urge your readers and contribut...Tricia,<br />I strongly urge your readers and contributors to read the recommended feature article from Poetry Magazine. It is an arrestingly beautiful piece; stunning in scope, heartbreaking in depth. The author's determined efforts to retrieve the material comprise an adventure of courage and danger. Photographs by Seamus Murphy are breathtaking...on the whole the read will be time Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03639189488267519417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-47793400319132209722016-09-14T06:48:00.559-04:002016-09-14T06:48:00.559-04:00Hmmm--maybe it would be better in Afganhi? Feels a...Hmmm--maybe it would be better in Afganhi? Feels a bit as if I am limping along.<br /><br /><br />Scattered Thoughts About Your Death<br /><br />Today the telephone rang three times.<br />It was not you, so long underground. It was just chimes.<br /><br /><br />In the Fall each still leaf on the ground<br />Reminds me of you who are now bloodless, without sound.<br /><br />The winter will cover Jane Yolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16614445497209111557noreply@blogger.com