From a room to another I wander and wonder Where is he? Are there any traces of him left? Last night I had this dream We were five in an old wooden rowing boat in a fog so thick no one could say where the boat was heading And the next day the funeral arrangements for the deceased man in a photograph in an old wooden rowing boat smiling sun shining nothing but blue sky and the depths of his …
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“Mindfulness” * A Poem of Breath * Holly Darragh-Hickey
I draw it in. One—even—breath. Deeper —past the habitual asphyxiation Burning at the base of my throat. It’s a draught to empty— Oh, to swallow deep forests and crisp, alpine air! It circulates, slackening musculature there— Opening up the body. That radiating breath! One chaining easily, from part to part— Alacrity to replace, to fill up every cell. It begins as a zephyr— Parting teeth at first, Fluid, over the coils of my windpipe, Riding the current into the pulse …
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Two Poems by Leah Mueller
Half of You When you meet your shadow, be sure to be friendly. Make certain your shadow is comfortable. Ask who it loves and who it hates. You already know the answers, but it will twist the narrative and make up a bogus story. You will believe the story. Spend some time in bed with your shadow. You will want to know how it presses against your exposed skin, how it looks when it can’t see itself. In the morning, …