Finally, I, too, begin to weep leaves, standing in the river up to my knees in water. A weaver begins to weep leaves, then a bookseller. This week, leaves like tears, days poised between gods and bombs, precise and unrelenting poems, and much more. You can also browse the blog digest archive or subscribe to its RSS feed in your favorite feed reader. Although I tend to quote my favorite bits, please do click through and read the whole posts. A personal selection of posts from the Poetry Blogging Network and beyond.
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