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First Lines — Staggered
This month, this strange month, this unforgettable month, has been in some ways so sweet. This sweet world is as much the world as the frightening one is. April’s poetry column, written from lockdown, with a poem by column editor Audrey Hackett.
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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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