Thursday, June 17th, 2010
“Whooping Rendezvous” by T.S. Davis
T. S. Davis WHOOPING RENDEZVOUS Outside our bedroom window, we both heard a whooping noise from somewhere in the dark, and though an eerie call, it was a bird— I’m sure of this—its cry forlorn and stark. I looked outside across the midnight lawn. Though nothing moved, yet I could feel it knew that someone [...]
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Friday, June 4th, 2010
“The Recrudescence of the Muse: One Poet’s Journey” by T.S. Davis
T. S. Davis THE RECRUDESCENCE OF THE MUSE: ONE POET’S JOURNEY Freedom is only truly freedom when it appears against the background of an artificial limitation. —T. S. Eliot Rhythm and rhyme. Rhythm and rhyme. Rhythm and muthafucking rhyme. —George Clinton I went through graduate school in poetry under the workshop paradigm that came to [...]
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Friday, July 25th, 2008
“The Gravedigger Thinks Of” by T.S. Davis
T.S. Davis, RN THE GRAVEDIGGER THINKS OF The gravedigger sits on the backhoe smoking a cigarette. It’s quiet beneath the trees that partially hide him from the scrum of mourners beset by grief, regret, their weeping faces wan and pinched and grim. The gravedigger waits until the last one leaves, then yells to signal his [...]
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Thursday, July 24th, 2008
Essay: “A Kind of Gift” by T.S. Davis
T. S. Davis, RN A KIND OF GIFT …I resign’d myself To sit by the wounded and sooth them, or silently watch the dead… I dress the perforated shoulder, the foot with the bullet wound, Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so sickening, so offensive, While the attendant stands behind aside me [...]
