Dailies 3/9/17: reading someone. Plus a pigeon feather, a grandmother, and an Andalusian dog



Tony Hoagland – Field Guide

Once, in the cool blue middle of a lake,
up to my neck in that most precious element of all,

I found a pale-gray, curled-upwards pigeon feather
floating on the tension of the water

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Michelle Reed – For Ruby 

Somewhere in Michigan,
my grandmother is dying. I’m learning
to sew again. I pull the thread
through the needle’s eye and begin

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Pablo Medina – The Andalusian Dog Finds Answers

God likes to be played like a piano.
Dawn glows with sailors dancing in the eye of a storm
by the river of black water. These days
things make sense under the green and yellow
and brown sky of Granada and I wear a tie as penance

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Wendy Xu – Commons


If I begin speaking to you now, you will have expectations

You read me, as I read to you, and am read by you

The problem with our reading is that, objectively, I do not control you

You observe me as I walk my body to take my place here before you

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