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Emily Dickinson

At the severest hour, everything fell within. A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you, a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour, stalking floorboards for crumbled manna. You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes, … Continue reading

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Slant

Emily Dickinson advised that we “tell it slant.” This makes sense. Telling it slant is a natural outgrowth of living it slant. Oblique paths and slanted paths dominate my sense of inner geography. Dylan Thomas wrote: “The memories of childhood … Continue reading

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Emily

Under the table, mouse lifting crumbs to God’s lips– a banquet for two.

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Emily

You say she knew not God because she scratched under a floorboard all winterlong, the marginal tracks of a starved mouse seeking a piece of brittle crust, maybe a crumb.

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