I like this beer so much I would drink it warm. (cc @gracehelbig @mametown)
Paramore - Still Into You (live performance)
I think some of my greatest accomplishments are introducing people (who otherwise never would’ve met or given each other a chance) who become lifelong best friends.
(After Raymond Carver’s Hummingbird)
Suppose I said the word “springtime”
and I wrote the words “king salmon”
on a piece of paper
and mailed it to you.
When you opened it
would you remember that afternoon we spent
together in the yellow boat
when the early whales were feeding
and we caught our first fish of the year?
Or would you remember that time off Cape Flattery
when you were a little girl:
your father smoking, telling stories as he ran the boat,
then the tug and zing of that very first fish
spooling off into the gray-green world;
you laughing and brushing back your hair
before setting the hook?
I know I am hard to understand sometimes
particularly when you are standing
at the post office with only a piece of paper
saying “king salmon” on it
but just think of it as a promissary note
and that electric tug, that thrill
pulling your mind into deep water
is how I feel about you every,
- John Straley
And that closes out April. See you next year, National Poetry Month!
At last I can be with you!The grinding hourssince I left your side!The labor of being fully human,working my opposable thumb,talking, and walking upright.Now I have unclaspedunzipped, stepped out of.Husked, soft, a be-er only,I do nothing, but pointmy bare feet into yourclean smoothnessfeel your quiet strengththe whole length of my body.I close my eyes, hear myselfmoan, so grateful to be held this way.
- Meredith Holmes
First day back at work after leave.
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
- Robert Hayden