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Thursday, October 19, 2023; Sarah Sarai's This Way and That"

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  Oberon and Titania on a Lily (William Blake) Sarah Sarai’s poems are in Sinister Wisdom, Barrow Street, New Ohio Review, The Southampton Review, Wallace Stevens Journal, Pine Hills Review , and many others. She is author of various poetry collections and chapbooks, among them The Future Is Happy (BlazeVOX), T he Risen Barbie (Dusie Kollektiv), and Geography of Soul and Taffeta (Indolent). This Way and That       It was a fairy funeral. [William Blake] On the garden bed of Blake’s fairy procession roll this and that, these ways of midnight pleasure in enchantment and commonplace wisdom like don’t touch the fairies, they’re sensitive. Act within a soul populated by sightings and wistful affection, see the filmstrip is at high-enough speed life’s fluidity’s felt, as at the funeral Blake saw, a bodylet laid out on a leaf. Authentication enough for me [that fairies exist] I e-mailed you who reminded me Blake saw God when he was four. God got down on Her omni-aching knees now and the

Thursday, October 5, 2023: Duane L. Herrmann's "Texas Exit" and "Almost Meeting"

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  A reluctant carbon-based life-form, Herrmann was surprised to find himself on a farm in Kansas in 1951. He’s still trying to make sense of that, but has grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees and the enchantment of moonlight. His work has been published in print and online, even in languages he can’t read. He has carried baby kittens in his mouth, pet snakes, and held conversations with owls, but is careful not to anger them! All this, despite a traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD, cyclothymia, an anxiety disorder, a form of Mutism, and (now) PTSD. Texas Exit Out in the country, way, way out, where officialdom is far distant, and despised, we make our own rules when convenient, and no one cares. For instance when I want to leave the interstate, when my road is near, I just drive off – across the shoulder, across the grass, to frontage road – and home! No one objects. Almost Meeting Two boys, age nine, or ten, or so, in separate cars going opposite direc