He carried the grief of those left behind

Man & Load of Fuel (detail)
Sidney D. Gamble Photographs
Pyongyang (Korea)
Sojourn, 1917-1919: China, Hawaii, Japan, Korea, San Francisco
Duke Libraries > Digital Collections > photographs

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Gorge
House on Cargo Junk
Prison Gallows
Carruthers & Spot (horse)

Too far—he said

...Hand me that what do you call him cellular,
I will arrange dinner. No. What good is what
can talk if not over mountains,
like the megaphone trucks selling trees and fish
slow-trawling down the village street...

Charles O. Hartman/PoetryDaily

What's Not to Love about Bagpipes?

On the other hand—
the years they've persisted (thousands),
comforting shepherds on the Isle of Mull,

And the guy at the beach wearing running shoes,
practicing scales in a pre-dawn mist...

Juditha Dowd/Poetry Daily

Smudge of a dog, up and to the west, I try

Where bushes periodically burn, children fear other
children: girls

...which—don't we know—is all the heart afforded
a certain type: untended, magnifying...

Camille Dungy/PoetryDaily

Stories are an inseparable part of the human dream.

Robin Williamson interview at Green Man Review
via Wizz Jones

The Inpenetrable String Tangle
John Renbourn & Robin Williamson - Wheel Of Fortune

Life in Russia
Aleksey Petrosian/English Russia
genius photographer

Muxtape got knee-capped

Why is there methane on Mars? No one is sure.

For a dyed-in-the-wool author, nothing is as dead as a book once it is written. She is rather like a cat whose kittens have grown up.

Rumer Godden

Lake Powell, AZ

xzxzxzxzxzxzxOh holy day.
For the river to fill...

Ian Harris/Verse Daily


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Little White Truck

xzxzxzxz ...as they kiss, and surely
it could hold...

Jessica Greenbaum/Poetry Daily

Martian sunset

Go On, Sure, Why Not

eternity in which we
pause occasionally and insist upon staking claim
to an aesthetic point of view. One wants
to be singled out. At the same time, one
wants to be hidden in a thicket of sharp
black leaves to be nothing
but a pair of orange eyes without
the human burden of self-awareness

Gail Wronsky/VerseDaily

One fact, important to remember in futile moments: a duck’s quack is incapable of producing an echo.

I declare the crippled Dorothy Horn

Then Jack the Truth-Teller visited the projects

a dramatist of the highest, subtlest class

The Gift

...and my father spun one orange in his palm
and said quietly, "This was Christmas, 1938,"

Sean Lause/Poetry Daily