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Paul Valéry’s Blood Meridian, Or How the Reader became a Writer 23 Apr 2013 | 04:29 am
By Todd Cronan, Emory University I am brutal, but I have, or did have, a mania for precision.—Valéry to André Gide1 Cormac McCarthy’s Blood Meridian or The Evening Redness in the West (1985) bears an ...
Sama 12 Apr 2013 | 12:00 pm
Siroun: I’m summoned to this woodland on your journey Round moon’s seven stays, O mutable embodiment, Digressive claims assembled as cascading teleology! I witness horns immersed in voices, and demoni...
Ancestral Tombs 5 Apr 2013 | 12:00 pm
No spite, unease, no muted grief or plea; just skill to swim this atemporal sea… To what song shall I now my mind prepare and which undoing of this eve repair? We cannot leave the unknown to streams o...
Lines On A Spotted Dove 29 Mar 2013 | 11:00 am
The mud that makes a man molds women into birds, although we know avians come from dinosaurs and humans from a heavenly jubilation of glad apples. The spotted dove between the flowerbed and a melody l...
A Little Girl 22 Mar 2013 | 11:00 am
A little girl sleeps with magnolias by her side and the longest lasting pink carnations in her hair. There are clouds in the window and a sunny tune in her mind and a dream suffused with the sweet and...
Purpose 15 Mar 2013 | 11:00 am
In a room laden with dust and books sleeping in cartons, under a roof baking in the sun, a pair of hands hems in the halos of time with a list of chores and a letter… A beaming face, a lovely you orde...
Prairie Verbena 8 Mar 2013 | 12:00 pm
You little purple ones who smell of nothing and speak in specks of radiance over meadows and the briefest patch of grass your pretty names invoke the mostly girly and grandmotherly admiration – you ha...
Wine 1 Mar 2013 | 12:00 pm
Roofs remain cool under leaves of watered vines green with budding grapes – fruits of sultry solstice dewed with sudden drops of cumulus rains and swept with winds let loose ineffably across my face a...
We have touched the precarious petals… 22 Feb 2013 | 12:00 pm
We have touched the precarious petals of the flowers called friendship on many sides and they have never ceased to surprise. Everywhere there is a purpose, everywhere a suspicion as to the purpose, ne...
May 15 Feb 2013 | 12:00 pm
May this noon rest lightly like a plume from an egret’s crest on your happiness, ease inside the book you clutch close to the feeblest murmurs. We witness birds and reckon their flying for freedom; I ...
