Poem
By Daniel Halpern
The redolence of rose and new road.
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning…
The attar of grass, recently cut.
The fish-whiff of anchovy.
The spinning…
Poem
By Tiffany Hsieh
I was a forty-one-year-old rabbit
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to…
that year, which was said to be unlucky
for the rabbits to go face-to…
Poem
By Rowan Wilde Riggs
A ball of yarn is attempting to unravel my wits.
It rolls over vistas that trample our view of each …
It rolls over vistas that trample our view of each …
Poem
By Joshua Bennett
The money of the mind is attention, maybe.
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we’re already here now, using the language
of care and economy, though God-talk was truly
my first way in. Sustained attention is how we approach
a flesh and blood experience of the Divine I say to the
therapist nodding her head, only moments…
Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,
but we’re already here now, using the language
of care and economy, though God-talk was truly
my first way in. Sustained attention is how we approach
a flesh and blood experience of the Divine I say to the
therapist nodding her head, only moments…
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AudioOn this week’s episode, Brittany and Ajanae continue their mini tour of the South in Houston, Texas. Next, they talk with Texas Poet Laureate Lupe Mendez about familial…
