The Tiresome Job of Hiring Poems

a day in the life of a poetry-hiring professional



The apple tree and me. The two of us: me, beneath the tree but not in the shade; the tree, beneath the sun but not in the light.   Clouds over me and the apple tree, which makes three: the clouds, the apple tree, and me. Or four—if you count the sun.   But really,... Continue Reading →

The Library d’Seave

The Library d’Seave                 Molly and Eric looked both ways before crossing the deserted street. Before them the Library d’Seave stood, stately and stoic, its greying stone pillars supporting its massive slab of a roof. They dashed up the steps, flung open the doors, and rushed inside nearly toppling a stack of dusty volumes. A... Continue Reading →

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