Saturday, June 19, 2010

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DAN CHIASSON



FALLS, BRISTOL, VT



The waterfall runs all day and night,

shedding big self on the rocks below,

refilling with more self, more self, more self,



while bathers visit in small groups, never

the same bathers, always the same river —

my local, inverted, redneck pre-Socratic.


from, Where's the Moon, There's the Moon (Knopf)





JOHN BRADLEY



WHERE I LIVE


I live on the corner

of Ninth and Lewis, the last

house on the last corner

of the last block. I live



in that house where moss

and morning glories conspire

to topple the porch. I live



in that slab of light

you see suspended

in the night. Once inside

I'm no different



than any other

visitor to any other

star. That's what I love



about this story.


from, Terrestial Music (Curbstone)




ANNA SWIR



VACATIONS IN KURPIELAND


We wander all three of us

village to village, forest to forest

up to our ankles in hot sand.

Best is to walk barefoot.



Father collects from cottages

paper cut-outs, from garrets

he culls out old paintings.



In the evening

I sleep over a clay tureen

of wild strawberries and milk,

over a hunk

of bread as dark as earth,

from a loaf that weighs

as much as I do.





from Talking To My Body (Copper Canyon)



photo © susan arnold