DPF / Hugo

For small towns, fragments, and returns, from What Thou Lovest Well, Remains American.

from Reading at the Old Federal Courts Building, St. Paul / by Richard Hugo

That girl who laughed,
first trial, is teaching high school and she
didn’t know me when she said she loved my poems,
was using them in class to demonstrate how
worlds are put together, one fragment at a time.

DPF / Mark

For forever and never, from a favorite woman and her book-a-favorite book, Tsim Tsum.

from The Oldest Animal Writes a Letter Home / by Sabrina Orah Mark

May it is not impossibled the arms wave gloryisplea in the wynds for me? I ask the sheeps. The sheeps say everything is not impossibled. I knowed those arms is not That Mutter’s arms. I clopse my eyes and pretend.

DPF / Rivera

PIA: from August 30, 2015. I don’t know that simple things exist after all; the more simple a thing appears at first glance, the more it lends itself to infinite camera angles, infinite thoughts, reflections, and points of view.

For light, from Mouth to Mouth: Poems by Twelve Contemporary Mexican Women, edited by Forrest Gander.

from Untitlted / by Silvia Tomasa Rivera (b. El Higo, Veracruz, 3.7.1956), translated by Janet Rodney

It’s something much simpler,
like opening a window and touching that luminous spot
bursting in the cup of your hands.

DPF / Hugo

For the sky, from The Right Madness on Skye. Each day, the world is a completely different world, changed, as it is every day, by the people who are lost that day and by those who are born; the sky, in its never-exactly-the-sameness, teaches and reteaches this. Its singular fingerprint lives its whole swirling life in a day.

from The Clouds of Uig / by Richard Hugo

They never slow down and they never run out.
When one sky leaves, taking with it the rain
that couldn’t make anyone wet or leave grass
dry very long, another sky follows close behind