Tag Archives: Grace Chappell

Notes on the kingdom of heaven

1. I intend to be sorry to leave the sun’s sting in a winter’s freeze, the ocean stomping on the beach, you and I lying winter;s bits of laundry drying on the brown face of Burke hill. 2. I already … Continue reading

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Last one standing

If she tosses out her mother’s hat (black straw, picture-brim, red silk roses) out would go how her mother’d stood at the mirror, in one small movement tilting up the brim so— everything would go: the dress her mother wore … Continue reading

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Hospital Vigil

you lie there small feet turned out heart stopped on the green screen your electric thought an undeviated line: you are a rusk dry sweet to me—that light— I hear them say, you can hold her now outside beyond the … Continue reading

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