12 Aug 2019: "Moon Slices" by Allie Jo Dreadfulwater

The Escape;
chiseling white Moon slices
at Dawn.

by Allie Jo Dreadfulwater
August 10, 2019
[in response to Infinite Jest, D.F.W.]

11 Aug. 2019: "Thereʻs a certain Slant of light..." by Emily Dickinson

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference –
Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any –
'Tis the seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –

by Emily Dickinson

10 Aug 2019: "The Moon and the Yew Tree" by Sylvia Plath

The Moon and the Yew Tree
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky —
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.

The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness – blackness and silence.

by Sylvia Plath, Ariel

29 July 2019: "A Space of Light" by Allie Jo Dreadfulwater

buds and
blooms shafts
of human experience;
tendon-like ropes, 
context- a space
we can see,
the space you see
in me. A darkness
left to ooze; blistering
shards of light-
crystalline hope;
the fire of the
Soul to unite 
Heaven and Earth. 

Allie Jo Dreadfulwater
January 5, 2019

27 July 2019: "Heimkebr" by Heinrich Heine

I'm reading Anna Karenina. A character quoted the below poem. I'm not sure if it is a except or the full poem. When I googled the text from my phone i didn't find anything. I'll search again later from my computer.

It is heavenly when i mastered
My earthly desire;
But whenever i did not succeed
I still took my pleasure.

Heine's Nacheles Zur "Heimkebr," 9

7 July 2019: Day Five: "This Is Just to Say," by Starlee Kine.

Day five: "This Is just to Say" Series, click the link for more info.

"This Is Just to Say," by Starlee Kine. 


I chose the other 
girl. I'm sorry. 
It's not just tha
I'm more attracted 
to her. 
It's also that 
she is more 


I used your dog 
as an excuse 
to pick up girls 
at the dog park, 

which is especially 
tacky since I'm 
your boyfriend. 
Please forgive me. 
I'm really bad at 
being in a relationship, 
and I'm pretty sure 
I told you that when \
we first got together

6 July 2019: Day Four: "This Is Just To Say" by David Rakoff

Day four: "This Is just to Say" Series, click the link for more info.

"This Is Just To Say" by David Rakoff

At our wedding
I disappeared briefly
To have sex with your sister
Up against the back of the port-o-sans
What can I say
The chardonnay was so fresh and cold
And I so full of love and a sense of family
And I said, I'm sure
One day we'll laugh about this
Well, by one day
I meant that day
And by we
I meant me
And by laugh
I meant laugh

5 July 2019: "This Is just to Say" Day Three by Andrew Vecchione

Day three: "This Is just to Say" Series, click the link for more info. The follow poem was supposedly written by a sixth grader.
"Sorry, But It Was Beautiful" by Andrew Vecchione

This is just to say
sorry I took your money
and burned it.

But it looked
like the world falling apart
when it crackled and burned.

So I think it was worth it.
After all
you can't see the world fall apart every day.

4 July 2019: "This Is Just to Say" Day Two by Kenneth Koch

Day two: "This Is just to Say" Series, click the link for more info.

"Variations on a Theme by William Carlos William" by Kenneth Koch


I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next
I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do
and its wooden beams were so inviting.


We laughed at the hollyhocks together
and then I sprayed them with lye.
Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.


I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten
The man who asked for it was shabby
and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.


Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg.
Forgive me. I was clumsy, and
I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!