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Matthew Landrum
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Late Summer Honey
We will awake to chill and the scent of leaves some crisp morning and realize summer has left us, irrevocably, in the night. What will we have then –– a rumbling of apples on the roof, frost-tinged roses, sweaters and jean jackets, afternoons of white wine ...

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Rilke -- Autumn Day
Autumn Day Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the wind in the fields. Bid the last fruits to be full; give them another two more southerly days, press them to ripeness, and chase the last sweetness into t...

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What I Didn't Say
It's summer in Detroit. Yesterday after bible study, I sat and read The Virgin Suicides (about Detroit) in fading downtown light. I love it here -- the million dollar mansions of a gilded age long past, the dream houses moldering in dilapidation, a new runn...

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Unincorporated Lines
Close to the water, close yours eyes -- there's no difference in spelling, only pronunciation, the way silence sounds different waiting on the platform for a scheduled train than waiting for life to change as the first breath of spring greens the dormant city.

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Olives - Modal Verbs

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Excerpts from my notebooks
In the late Latin period, speakers began saying amare habeo — I have (to) love instead of amavi — I loved . This grammar of possession in the past or a future is present in English too— I have loved  or I've got to go. On some subconscious level, we must fe...

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Ballade of Ladies of Bygone Times – Francois Villon
Ballade of Ladies of Bygone Times – Francois Villon (translated by Marion Shore) Tell me where and in what place Is Flora now, the lovely woman, Archipiada, fair of face, And Thais, no less fair a woman, Echo speaking, seen by no man, As she gave forth her ...

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A line from Blanca Castellon
I'm reviewing Water for Days of Thirst by Blanca Castellon, translated by Roger Hicken. I read this line going to sleep last night and have carried it with me all day long. Atravesamos el verano con el otano a cuestas. We go through summer with autumn on ou...

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Unincorporated Lines
In New York City this spring, I woke to sunlight and a bleary eyed view of the Brooklyn Bridge. A dream was fresh in my mind, present in it's beauty -- a coffee shop, a little creek in the middle of the city, golden light. I was writing for Tupelo Press' 30...

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November for Beginners - Rita Dove
November for Beginners - by Rita Dove Snow would be the easy way out—that softening sky like a sigh of relief at finally being allowed to yield. No dice. We stack twigs for burning in glistening patches but the rain won’t give. So we wait, breeding mood, ma...
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