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Honey and Paper

Cassandra combs a section of her hair and watches from her upstairs window bars the gold of evening clotting in the West and thinks about the bees. Winding out long the honey of her head, she smooths again the caked and crumpled page to read the signs in her imaginary almanac. That bees are vanishing means nothing ...

The Lamp

Shower-curtain curtains. The early light soaks through, sea-foam green, the color of the wings of the luna moth, wings found broken underneath the streetlight when the night had passed. Oh New Hampshire, let not your dawn find me so broken after this night of hard beating against the brightness of what I seek.   by ...

Dear Scholar

Besieged behind your brass-bound books, dust embanking the bastion that binds valor and love in paper confines— there, my dear, you’ve stationed your trust: pining for swords in words that won’t rust, consuming the art, the grammar of rhymes that flourish in hearts and batter in minds, seeking the knowledge of ages ...

Two

The flower on stage Representing a garden Blossoms in the mind. Later, dreaming, the mind Catches the scent and restores Every knotted tree. And words well-spoken Whisper in the clamor Of later centuries, Enduring, lingering, And listening, as if From eternity.   by Ben LaVergne Original bio from the ...