Day two, commemorating the second minute of the last moments of George Floyd’s life: Let Them Not Say by Jane Hirshfield Let them not say: we did not see it. We saw. Let them not say: we did not hear it. We heard. Let them not say: they did not taste […]
MoreRespite by Jane Hirshfield Day after quiet day passes. I speak to no one besides the dog. To her, I murmur much I would not otherwise say. We make plans then break them on a moment’s whim. She agrees; though sometimes bringing to my attention a small blue ball. Passing the […]
MoreAsk Much, the Voice Suggested by Jane Hirshfield Ask much, the voice suggested, and I startled. Feeling my body like the trembling body of a horse tied to its tree while the strange noise passes over its ears. I who in extremity had always wanted less, even of eating, of sleeping. Agile, the […]
MoreIn a Room With Five People, Six Griefs by Jane Hirshfield In a room with five people, six griefs. Some you will hear of, some not. Let the room hold them, their fears, their anger. Let there be walls and windows, a ceiling. A door through which time changer of everything can enter. […]
MoreMeeting the Light Completely by Jane Hirshfield Even the long-beloved was once an unrecognized stranger. Just so, the chipped lip of a blue-glazed cup, blown field of a yellow curtain, might also, flooding and falling, ruin your heart. A table painted with roses. An empty clothesline. Each time, the […]
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