One Who Came Back
I am fascinated by this poem by David Young.
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The Sealey Challenge Day 24
The Sealey Challenge Day 24
I like it when my friend has lovers, their happy moans,
unrestrained, fill the house
The Sealey Challenge Day 23
The Sealey Challenge Day 23
...and the globe
might shake us off its flank like quarry dust
and start again
The Sealey Challenge Day 20
The Sealey Challenge Day 20
By day, I ask of those who come to me for answers,
what would you
The Sealey Challenge Day 18
The Sealey Challenge Day 18
I cut it off myself
both times I married, veiled
the attentive temples, the long
The Sealey Challenge Day 17
The Sealey Challenge Day 17
To love
the body to love its work
to love the hand that praises both
The Sealey Challenge Day 16
The Sealey Challenge Day 16
In the gazebo-like café, you gave
me food from your plate, alert
to my
The Sealey Challenge Day 15
The Sealey Challenge Day 15
Now I know less,
and better. I’ve grown less lean,
less easily pleased: I’
The Sealey Challenge Day 14
The Sealey Challenge Day 14
Beyond naming names,
nothing can help.
I learn my limits,
I write what I can:
The Sealey Challenge Day 12
The Sealey Challenge Day 12
It is being offshore: nothing that’s not horizon.
It is, beyond beacons, sailing alone.
The Sealey Challenge Day 11
The Sealey Challenge Day 11
...we grope,
for clothes and coffee, our selves
woken by waking beside
each other: who
The Sealey Challenge Day 10
The Sealey Challenge Day 10
...the poem,
the poem that must
map the bottom
of here, would be
some sort