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First Lines — ‘Underground river of poetry’
The poetry of spring is gushing forth — the poetry of eternal spring, and the poetry of this strange spring, virus-tossed, virus-laced. A visionary poem by villager Robert Paschell, from the March column.
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First Lines — An ‘old soul’ poem
Were you an “old soul” as a child? You may find yourself seen and understood by villager Ben Cronin’s delicate poem, from the February column.
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First Lines — ‘And the heart calls me …’
Who am I, really? A contemplative poem by villager Khara Scott-Bey explores self-definition to the edges of identity, and beyond.
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First Lines — JOY JOY JOY
A poem from a former villager, the late Jean Barlow Hudson. Strange, dreamlike, filled with somberness and joy, Jean’s poem helps us welcome the turning of the year.
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First Lines — Poetry of the sleeping breath
The voice of the dog. Simple, straightforward. And then, like a child who speaks an uncanny truth, soulful. Two “poems for dogs” from villager Artie Isaac.
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First Lines — October, catching fire
Not all poems marvel or praise. Some embrace the bleakness — as this month’s poem by MJ White does, beautifully.
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First Lines — A wisdom poem
“There is an impassable gap ….” A poem from villager Jim Malarkey contemplates our strangeness to each other. Intimacy as well as violence grows in that “gap.”
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First Lines — ‘While tottering …’
In this month’s poem, villager Janeal Turnbull Ravndal meditates on marriage, aging and the loss of balance, leading to new forms of grace.
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First Lines — The world of objects
What do objects want? This month’s poem by Reilly Dixon enters the world of objects.
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First Lines — Of memory, hiding and identity
What happens to those who came before us also happens to us. In a poem by villager Maxine Skuba, world history and personal history touch hands.
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