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It wanted to turn, the stern rocking around
to the front, taking the place of the bow,
the bow to the stern, port to starboard
Arts & CulturePoetry
The orchid book says to stop watering
right before you think it’s enough, which doesn’t
help much
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I see them lining up for slaughter,/ Judas at the head of the pack/ grunting his way to survival, while my/ pigs do not stand a chance, doomed creatures/ that they are, and it’s a good thing.
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They blew in fast to the low slung tree hung fat
with beachball-orange fruitlets, a bickering gang of starlings--
little stars-- dining after their own fashion fastidiously,
preferring the mash fermenting on the grasses
Arts & CulturePoetry
When the poet Mary Oliver died last week at the age of 83, my social media feeds blossomed into a field of tributes.
