Lines new and old that have captivated the editors lately…
- The bullet hole was a pink question mark. – Daniel Woodrell, The Outlaw Album
- It is our duty as poets and others who have not lost our jagged, creative edge to FILL that gap, and RESIST the urge to subdue our spirits and lose ourselves in the hypnotic beep of machines, of war, in the banal need for power, and things. With our poems and creative core, we must RETURN THIS WORLD to its seismic levels of wildness. -“THE RIGHT TO MANIFEST MANIFESTO” in A Beautiful Marsupial Afternoon by CA Conrad
- and how / you were led, through leafy ways, / into the presence of a royal stag, -“The Abduction” by Stanley Kunitz
- The storm puts its mouth to the house / and blows to produce a note. -“A Winter Night” by Tomas Tranströmer
- Fame is a bee. / It has a song– / It has a sting– / Ah, too, it has a wing. -Emily Dickinson
- With the year’s first dream // 初夢や // Hatsu-yume ya
I told no one my secret, // 秘めてかたらず // Himete katarazu
But smiled to myself. // 一人笑む // Hitori emu.
- Give lodging tonight,” // 宿かせと // “Yado kase!” to
He shouts, flinging down his sword. // 刀投げ出す // Katana nage-dasu
See the windblown snow! // 吹雪かな // Fubuki kana!
- The desert he rode was red and red the dust he raised, the small dust that powered the legs of the horse he rode, the horse he led. – Cormac MacCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
- These are not men of great imagination, but one can hardly blame them for not being prepared for this particular contingency, the sight of a tweed-jacketed, tenured, middle-aged senior professor and department chair in a fake nose and glasses, brandishing a live, terrified goose. – Richard Russo, Straight Man