LAST WATER SONG It was not the water you tried to find when you were young. That was the water that lost you. You climbed trees to look and the water was there. You walked on the earth and the water was nowhere. That was the losing water. This water is the finding water. It […]
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Come to the window — you call to me Come to the window — you call to me — I, wanting to sleep in, to detach awhile from the beauty but, also brood, and you know this so — come to the window, you say — […]
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Running the Rivers with N and C — For Natalie Diaz and Catherine Owen How to write the unruly, the unsettled, words forever water, slipping past always and never, too quick for grief, too slow for regret, but you carry them, carry them, anyway. The beauty, beauty, carries them. Richard Osler, May 17th, […]
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Notice This evening, the sturdy Levis I wore every day for over a year & which seemed to the end in perfect condition, suddenly tore. How or why I don’t know, but there it was – a big rip at the crotch. A month ago my friend […]
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The Lung Poem The poem breathes for you some days It’s okay The poem never says he isn’t, entirely, Coming back. The poem has too many lungs to accept Death completely The poem, as it sings its dirge, notices A poppy Opening like a soft heart in the sun The poem Cannot tell you with finality […]
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