the day

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The Day
Elizabeth Acevedo

I am beginning to learn
that life-altering news
is often like a premature birth: ill-timed, catching someone unaware,
emotionally unprepared
& often where they shouldn’t be:

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Dear Thanatos

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Dear Thanatos,
Traci Brimhall

I am three thoughts away from the grave,
two steps away from the open door,
one kiss away from the bridge.

Dear volcano, where are you?

Dear battleship, your war planes
sit on the bottom of the sea,
eels coiled in the cockpits.

Dear moon, you were an accident.

Dear second heartbeat I’m relieved
you left my body before I could choose.

Dear ghost, leave my attic, crawl
down the drainpipe to the ditch,
to the tunnels beneath the city.

Haunt the rats. Sleep in their bones.

Dear bruise, I promise.
Dear fossil, I am sorry for the light.

 

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the attempt

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The Attempt
Jane Hirshfield

 

 

about myself

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About Myself
Charles Simic


I’m the uncrowned king of the insomniacs
Who still fights his ghosts with a sword,
A student of ceilings and closed doors,
Making bets two plus two is not always four.
A merry old soul playing the accordion
On the graveyard shift in the morgue.
A fly escaped from a head of a madman,
Taking a rest on the wall next to his head.
Descendant of village priests and blacksmiths:
A grudging stage assistant of two
Renowned and invisible master illusionists,
One called God, the other Devil, assuming, of course,
I’m the person I represent myself to be.

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fold not made blindfold

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The Orphan Beauty of Fold Not Made Blindfold

Jane Hirshfield

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ransom

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Ransom
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

The payment always has to be in kind;
easy to forget, traveling in safety,
until the demand comes in.

Do not think him unkind, but begin
to search for the stuff he will accept.
It is not made easy:
a salmon, a marten-skin, a cow’s horn,
a live cricket. Ants have helped me
to sort the millet and barley grains.
I have washed bloodstains from the enchanted shirt.

I left home early
walking up the stony bed
of a shallow river, meaning to collect
the breast-feathers of thousands of little birds
to thatch a house and barn.
It was a fine morning, the fields
spreading out on each side
at the beginning of a story,
steam rising off the river.
I was unarmed, the only bird
a lark singing out of reach:
I looked forward to my journey.

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importation

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Importation of Landscapes
Alan Dugan

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scalar

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Scalar
Mei-mei Berssenbrugge

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You can rise to a level of not knowing that’s untouched by entropy.

Out of uncertainty, openness: order is maintained.

You rise to a realization beyond decay.

There’s a deeper intelligence than that.

It radiates like light across a border between quanta and matter, unifying them.

Your physical body and your quantum body of probabilities are like two candles on a table.

Space between them evenly fills with photons of light, no separation at the particle level.

You carry one candle outside and hold it up against a background of stars.

Space between candle and a star fills with waves that bind them; each star’s as connected to it as the one inside.

Look at your candle, then look at Sirius; photons from each hit your retina and electrochemically flash.

You’re another flame or star in the surrounding interconnected field.

Yet, what is the structure of this connectedness?

The field is your light and not knowing simultaneously, local light.

You observe sky’s dimensions according to our consensus on entropy.

You don’t see the unifying factor in all things; you can’t perceive the enfoldment of chance and fatigue.

2

Time also enfolds.

Your present state may not relate to what’s past, but to a more fundamental structure, like a pool of widening rings from a stone.

This moment cuts through the physical universe now and seems to hold all of space in itself.

What happens today may be altered by an event in the future, since space consists of ambiguous, foggy regions, where a particle may pass on your last day.

Awareness creates the duration you experience.

If you try to divide duration, it’s like suddenly passing a gold blade through the flame.

You divide space you think time occupies, not motion itself.

Imagine duration as non-referential time, change, and freedom from the decay inevitably implied.

You observe creative emergence.

Growth indicates intelligence of the universe as a whole in space you measure as your heart beating new content, new time.

3

I can’t distinguish duration that separates two instants from my memory that connects them.

Duration continues what has passed with now; it implies consciousness, for which time flows.

Brain steps down energy radiating from stars through optic nerve to pineal gland and arranges these myriad photons into a neurological, space-time grid.

It conveys the influx of light as a field, mentality.

So thought is a form of organized light.

Non-physical variables, my wish, intent, expectance also create and transcribe energy.

Even if mind never operates as slowly as the speed of starlight, your future dwells gracefully in the space of your imagining.

4

A body or galaxy requires continuous energy to maintain, like a whirlpool in a fast stream.

The spiral flow persists, though water constantly moves in and out of it.

A standing wave of photons comprises the immanent grid of starlight that permeates space; and vice versa, emanations from earth, sun, your nervousness and emotion radiate out.

You observe this enigmatic dark energy, where every point in space contains intersecting photons from every star, past and present.

Zero-sum, immense creativity streams through you, gyre of light as intelligence or your intent to observe.

The observation is grainy; people, dogs, trees are mosaics, a crystalline lattice of interacting bits; each “decides” countless times per second whether to leap to the next moment.

Light, information, so activated composes a body in the process of coalescence, outcrop of growing, infinite fields.

Nurture the belief that your body’s infused with deep intelligence of this information, whose sole purpose is to sustain you.

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Add to four dimensions inner space, mind, the virtual.

All objects connect, for example, through meaning in hyperspace.

Our plans for the future exist as images, and these cognitive structures are also in hyperspace, since mind is more like a spatial concept.

What we call star lines, like songs, ley-lines are the interconnectivity.

There’s no need to decide what’s true; reality’s a learning curve.

Then, he tells me about his pictures of stars and galaxies; he projects himself into space, taking with him a 35 mm. camera.

He puts the lens to his forehead and photographs the sun, moon, Milky Way, Andromeda.

He has many boxes of these images.

To commune, deepest process of space, evolves toward more connection, complexity.

When I look at night sky, I touch inner space with heaven; plasma streams across borders.

Time is not blackness through which light travels, more like plasma.

Consciousness embodies it by acting self-referentially, not dualistically as in seeing, not seeing.

Through emotional attraction, mass affinity, tachyonic speed, we know bodies and radiance are interwoven; what we call originary is instant.

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dear –

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Dear —
Donika Kelly

We come from abundance, each season
bowed with rain. But here is the earth,
eager to flame, the air like salt, thirsty
even for the water we carry
in our skin. New wanderers in this land,
we do not know how to wait for water,
have never waited so long for rain
that every tree died, left to stand tinder.

For now, I watch the shoulder burn,
drive through the smoke that blots the mountains,
and holds the old yolk of sun. I know nothing
of fire, its reach, its spread, know only
that every body makes its own ash,
manages its own diminishing.

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Claudia Rankine

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