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Arts & CulturePoetry
Richard Sowienski
Look, see the downy feather of ashen hue?
Arts & CulturePoetry
Nora McGillen
that spot where the swallow rose and fell slowly
Arts & CulturePoetry
Michael Waters
My noon shadow folds absence into my body
Arts & CulturePoetry
Louis Damani Jones
I assume I was seen in the way a postcard is seen
Arts & CulturePoetry
Jane Zwart
it is easier to trust God with worlds than with sons
Patrick Kavanaugh (photo: Wikimedia Commons)
Arts & CulturePoetry
Paul Corcoran
Kavanagh’s poem looks to Advent for a sort of poetic and spiritual rebirth, a chance to reacquaint ourselves with the “newness that was in every stale thing.”