Darling, I leave you the forever unblooming
twig half-sunk in spring mud & the Nature that allows
such delicate & lasting atrocity.
Darling, darling, darling: my voice is a branch that would reach.
I leave you the ragged sky, once full of cloud & now
not. I leave you these things just as I leave
you: graceful passage from one something to the next.
Darling, even in this my voice dissipates
into hush & whiffs of light, sun-thrown, hurtle into the ground.
Nate Pritts, "from Spring Psalter". Copyright 2009 Nate Pritts. Courtesy of Cooper Dillon Books.
Spring '11
Tennis - Long Boat Pass
tUnE-yArDs - Bizness
The Joy Formidable - Austere
Architecture in Helsinki - Contact High
Therapies Son - Rose Red Rose
Star Slinger - Mornin'
Craft Spells - Party Talk
Arcade Fire - Headlights Look Like Diamonds
Benoit Pioulard & Rafael Irisarri - Until Then (Broadcast Cover)


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