Author: francesr0se

of gravity & angels

I recently ordered a handful of books from Thrift Books, an online used book shop. Last night, after checking the mail, I found that one of them arrived: Of Gravity & Angels, a collection of poetry by Jane Hirshfield. To my surprise, when I flipped […]

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souls

Some Questions You Might Ask by Mary Oliver Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl? Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me. The face […]

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the white lilies

The last poem in Louise Glück’s The Wild Iris. I found it starred in a copy at the library.   The White Lilies As a man and woman make a garden between them like a bed of stars, here they linger in the summer evening […]

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story of the black moth

Last Friday on September 27th I woke up from a loud screech coming from the kitchen. It was my mom. She was watering our house plants when a large black moth flew out of one and landed on the kitchen wall. But by the time […]

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