Poem: Invocation

Invocation by Maurya Simon O God–who art dust mote and fern spore, salt crystal and dog-star, who art refinery smoke, cumulus, leaf-rot, dishwater and spindrift– how can I know thy invisible movements through this world, when thou inhabit even the…

Poem: Song

Song by John Ciardi The bells of Sunday rang us down And flowers were blowing across the town Through faucets of the sun turned on. For Mary’s giggle and Martha’s glance The bankrolls flashed from pants to pants, The Captain…

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