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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Grief Work Why not go toward the things I love? I have walked slow in the garden of her—: gazed the black flower dilating her animal- eye I give up my sorrows the way a bull gives it horns—: astonished, and wishing there is rest in the body’s softest parts. Like Jacob’s angel, I touched […]
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Postcolonial Love Poem I’ve been taught bloodstones can cure a snakebite, can stop the bleeding—most people forgot this when the war ended. The war ended depending on which war you mean: those we started, before those, millennia ago and onward, those which started me, which I lost and won— these ever-blooming wounds. I was built […]
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