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Hymn
BY CARL PHILLIPS
Less the shadow
than you a stag, sudden, through it.
Less the stag breaking cover than
the antlers, with which
crowned.
Less the antlers as trees leafless,
to either side of the stag’s head, than-
between them-the vision that must
mean, surely, rescue.
Less the rescue.
More, always, the ache
toward it.
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a woman named elvira used to live in this apartment. -
stillers
please do not ask me why i feel absolutely compelled to post this picture of troy polamalu with his wife and child after the 2009 superbowl. it could be the child's steelers clothes or fierce expression. it could be the matching hairdos. it could just be polamalu's arm.
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I just received a personal rejection from The Iowa Review.
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i want all that stupid old shit, like letters and sodas.
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No matter where you are
you are alone
and in danger-- well
to hell
with it.
Lorine Niedecker
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put the sun back in the sky
this is my cousin. that's totally me laughing as she sings "this canary is ready to fly free." and this song seems appropriate for today.
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