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Les Calanques

I think of that ancient time when the sea was cut off from the ocean, how low it sank, the way the rivers carved canyons to replenish it. Such beauty often requires a kind of devastation. Maybe the saddest landscapes are always the most beautiful.

Missing Ghosts

My father tells me about the ghosts. He tells me about lying on his stomach in a trench and falling asleep and hearing the voice of a friend who had just been killed shouting, “Brina, look out!”

Work

In a strip club, in an emergency room, in a refugee camp

The Other Side Of The Moon

A Tribute To Lyn Lifshin

A submission from Lifshin would often include dozens of poems about a single subject: a relationship, a memory, dancing the tango. (Dance — including ballet and ballroom — was her second great love, after writing.)

For A Future You

I drop by on a Saturday. Your mom lets you answer my knock on the apartment door. The cap of your gastrostomy tube is outlined against your unicorn T-shirt.

Sunbeams

To love another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection, it is a magnificent task . . . tremendous and foolish and human.

Louise Erdrich, The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse

Boyfriends & Girlfriends

Falling for a firefighter, staying single, trusting someone with your cat

Already True

A Selection Of Poetry For These Times