Tag Archives: Miriam Sagan

What The Water Took: 7 Torahs And A Piano

torah of morning of noon of dusk of midnight of moonrise of daytime gibbous moon flood water torah of terror of anarchy of forgiveness fire in the water a dog a child bent street signs torah which unrolls the story … Continue reading

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Salida

a gray house with a turret cloud-running sky (view from my bed) poppies, so intense red black stamens I travelled a long way to do nothing hummingbird moths purple bell flowers red ants swarm beneath the threat of rain the … Continue reading

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Huerfano

the little town is named for the solo rock formation— Huerfano—an orphan my mother came upon her father once crying in the garden at seventy, he’d just realized he was an orphan   irritated as I am at God and … Continue reading

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Evacuation Route

house on stilts water bird thought— these things can walk away my bad right leg a mangrove swamp hope— these things also. Miriam Sagan is the author of twenty-five books, including the poetry collection Map of the Post (University of … Continue reading

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All Places Are The Same

1. My best friend and I are in Iceland. Kath says—this looks like Wyoming. It does not, I say. I point to the lava fields, the geothermal plant billowing steam, the kilometers of red pipe. Nothing like             Wyoming. Look at … Continue reading

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If Your Death Were A Person

At sixteen, it would sit smoking in the high school parking lot condom in pocket I’m somewhat surprised you’re still dead after all this time and not come back to me as I’m sure you’d prefer I’d admire the gray … Continue reading

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the girl who jumped

into the Taos gorge falls still does not land to ruin the day of river guides and tourists but hovers like a dream, persistent on the edge of waking in a quiet motel room or green courtyard my own slender … Continue reading

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