Dailies 1/13/17: ballerinas, distance, & enlightenment. Afterwards what’s left out is what insists….



At the Diamond School of Dance – Jon Loomis

It’s me and the mothers, out in the foyer.
Linoleum floors, knotty-pine, late ’50s rumpus room—
long row of trophies, blue ribbons on a shelf.

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Distant Trees – Stephen Page

“I don’t understand why distance
must be measured in nonnegative

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from “After Dinner Was Over” – Katie Peterson

I am enlightened, a man
says after dinner, and he doesn’t
mean what you think
he means, he means he’s a product
of the Enlightenment, he’s talking

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Afterwards – Martha Ronk 


Afterwards what’s left out is what insists:
a swath of tall leaning flowers on the way to somewhere else,
a field lying fallow where the air quickens,

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