Tag: Poetry
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A hearth recognized as home
A hearth recognized as homeAnd light cradling for your returnA dilation of excitement and expedienceAgainst wax that ran down ceramic cheeksAnd hardened to caress a prophecy Could you see the sun catcher reflectA centrifuge of fire, sparks and smogOr had your gaze averted the starburn?
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To know how you saw me
To know how you saw meHow the eyes that lookedLike glass upon a sun beamConsumed the darkness that hidAnd blinded the heart of each star Were you blinded in the vision?Scorched, as the rose irises burnedOr were the cracks too fine to let light in?
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Ars Poetica and the Humanity of Art
To write is to participate in one of the most human things to do; to create literature is to bestow a human gift to the world. As a true believer in that idea, I am thrilled when I come across works dedicated to the study and craft of literature. How could we, as a species,…
The Punch 