The TypescriptJan 30, 2025
Petition/Wojie: Two Poems
Petition
Emily Brewster
Regarding heaven,
can it please be this:
the universe again
and us conscious in it
and able to send that consciousness
into anything
First, I would be a bird
start as an egg just fertilized
feel my cells divide, divide, divide
the swell of my body forming
until the pressure of the shell was all aroun
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Petition Emily Brewster Regarding heaven, can it please be this: the universe again and us conscious in it and able to send that consciousness into anything First, I would be a bird start as an egg just fertilized feel my cells divide, divide, divide the swell of my body forming until the pressure of the

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The TypescriptJan 30, 2025

Three Poems by Daniel Hales
How To Become The Harbormaster
         Daniel Hales
for Ursula K. Le Guin and REM

Digesting shipping routes     tides
signal chain of underground cables
is fine for an apprentice

but master must knit her harborcoat
of cove breeze and cormorant feathers
lace harborboots with strips of kelp

stride white caps
during
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How To Become The Harbormaster Daniel Hales for Ursula K. Le Guin and REM Digesting shipping routes tides signal chain of underground cables is fine for an apprentice but master must knit her harborcoat of cove breeze and cormorant feathers lace harborboots with strips of kelp stride white caps during March’s coldest snap connect

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The TypescriptJan 23, 2025
Have You Ever Won/What is This About: Two Poems
Have You Ever Won
        Candace Curran
an argument with the moon
begged safe conduct
safe passage
ever managed to keep your
mouth shut promised to
change your wicked ways
Ever drop to your knees
on the chain gang of
lunatic daughters
caught in doorways
tangled and tongue tied
n
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Have You Ever Won Candace Curran an argument with the moon begged safe conduct safe passage ever managed to keep your mouth shut promised to change your wicked ways Ever drop to your knees on the chain gang of lunatic daughters caught in doorways tangled and tongue tied never listening or

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The TypescriptJan 23, 2025
Noisy Flowers/Teacher! Teacher!: Two Poems
Noisy Flowers
Christian McEwan
              from In Praise of Listening Chapter 7: The Little
Sounds of Every Day
My mother was alone in the sitting room when a strange
creaking sound caught her ear. What was it? She paused to
listen more carefully and realized that what she’d heard was
the sound
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Noisy Flowers Christian McEwan from In Praise of Listening Chapter 7: The Little Sounds of Every Day My mother was alone in the sitting room when a strange creaking sound caught her ear. What was it? She paused to listen more carefully and realized that what she’d heard

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The TypescriptJan 16, 2025

Just as we weep
Just as we weep when reunited with some friend we lost years ago- for there is a sadness that flows unhindered, an over-quarried put- do we in turn weep when we meet death, due to the realization that we are finally uniting once again with all we came from?

When joy and despair separately become so great in their surge that they coalesce into one
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Just as we weep when reunited with some friend we lost years ago- for there is a sadness that flows unhindered, an over-quarried put- do we in turn weep when we meet death, due to the realization that we are finally uniting once again with all we came from? When joy and despair separately become

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The TypescriptJan 16, 2025
Water of Thanks
(After Ross Gay)
Thank you to the beanstalk-boy with corn husk hair, who pumped my tires full on this misty Massachusetts morning.
Thank you to the morning for blanketing me, soft; touch of a lover’s breath.
Thank you for knowing I needed to be touched, today of all days, this year of all years.
Thank you to the years for showing me the touch of
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(After Ross Gay) Thank you to the beanstalk-boy with corn husk hair, who pumped my tires full on this misty Massachusetts morning. Thank you to the morning for blanketing me, soft; touch of a lover’s breath. Thank you for knowing I needed to be touched, today of all days, this year of all years. Thank

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The TypescriptDec 19, 2024
Commuting/On-Ramp: Expect Delays/Transported
Commuting
by  David Ram
Monday at dusk, I wanted to believe
the girl with a straw basket slung across
her white uniform sleeve, gleaning the side
yard of a brick duplex, would find pastel
plastic eggs overlooked in yesterday’s
commotion of cousins, the treasures she
imagined, studying
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Commuting by David Ram Monday at dusk, I wanted to believe the girl with a straw basket slung across her white uniform sleeve, gleaning the side yard of a brick duplex, would find pastel plastic eggs overlooked in yesterday’s commotion of cousins, the treasures she imagined, studying rain drops creep down her classroom windows, joyfully

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the need/The Art of Breaking Glass
the need
by Amy Laprode
to snuff out noise
let sleeping dolls lie …
and if there’s a place called Still
let it shelter me in it’s cold black box
gather me in its silk-soft wings
let the woolly sheath of not knowing
be the warm hand that soothes
let the earth below
have my back
cradle the weight of al
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the need by Amy Laprode to snuff out noise let sleeping dolls lie … and if there’s a place called Still let it shelter me in it’s cold black box gather me in its silk-soft wings let the woolly sheath of not knowing be the warm hand that soothes let the earth below have my

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The TypescriptDec 11, 2024
New Poetry/Short Story Collection
Amongst the many hats I wear, I am the Humanities Coordinator at The LAVA Center, a small arts and humanities non-profit in a small town in Western New England.  My colleague, Dr. Lindy Whiton, has been running a series called Writers Read here for the past five years.  Each month, she curates
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Amongst the many hats I wear, I am the Humanities Coordinator at The LAVA Center, a small arts and humanities non-profit in a small town in Western New England. My colleague, Dr. Lindy Whiton, has been running a series called Writers Read here for the past five years. Each month, she curates a session on the

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The TypescriptDec 5, 2024

Autumn 2022
During the years of your illness
unwillingness entered my blood
sometimes with fire so hot
only cool sky could quench it

The power of landed
on the golden flecks in your eyes
ran out my fingers as I combed
the white glory from your hair

Yet I look back on despair
how its flame burned mercurial
when your body would not sit
when your mind would
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During the years of your illness unwillingness entered my blood sometimes with fire so hot only cool sky could quench it The power of landed on the golden flecks in your eyes ran out my fingers as I combed the white glory from your hair Yet I look back on despair how its flame burned

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