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These days I can see us clinging to each other / as we are swept along by the current
By W.S. MerwinJune 2020— from “Wanting Not Wanting” | I wish I didn’t / want things / to be other / than they are
By John BrehmJune 2020I. / I remember shaking hands: / damp sweaty hands and dry scratchy hands, / bone-crushing handshakes and dead-fish handshakes, / two-handed handshakes, my hand sandwiched / between a pair of big beefy palms.
By Lesléa NewmanJune 2020I can’t see the virus, but I feel its seeds in me. I can’t see my faith, but I feel its seeds in me, too.
By Heather SellersJune 2020People want to celebrate the things that symbolize generosity and goodness in their lives. To share that with others and have others understand that this means something to you — that’s an extraordinary act of communion.
By Hazel Kight WithamJune 2020May 2020There is no human failure greater than to launch a profoundly important endeavor and then leave it half done. This is what the West has done with its colonial system. It shook all the societies in the world loose from their old moorings. But it seems indifferent whether or not they reach safe harbor in the end.
Barbara Ward
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By Wayne MullerMay 2020Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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