Tag Archives: Angela Villegas

Weight

I remember the way the pine trees shook off their silly children outside my bedroom window to lay them bare and naked across the dew-dashed lawn. It’s funny how they grow when you’re not looking. First the head, then the … Continue reading

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When I Can’t Write I Always

Ransack the dictionaries for a word. A single word to lift the hiss of a match and lighten the room. I take my pen, and swallow the coffee, a bitter rounded thing, to have it rest in some forgotten part … Continue reading

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Dissecting Thomas Hardy’s 1912-1913 Poems

The speaker begins with a heavy hand. Ambiguous, tripping on his own feet, and stumbling from one line to the next in frustrated stutter. He has learned to speak through the trees, like the wind that whistles through the coppice, … Continue reading

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