Moths By Jennifer O’Grady Adrift in the liberating, late light of August, delicate, frivolous, they make their way to my front porch and flutter near the glassed-in bulb, translucent...
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One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
What’s more aligned with the values of slow living than indulging in some poetry? Taking the...
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July by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz
July By Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz The figs we ate wrapped in bacon. The gelato we consumed...
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When Death Comes By Mary Oliver When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married...
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Coming Home By Mary Oliver When we are driving in the dark, on the long road to Provincetown, when...
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