
writer // author of EDITH // alum of @MichenerCenter + @iowawriterswksp // very enthusiastic dog enthusiast
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ALT Of Being I know this happiness is provisional: the looming presences— great suffering, great fear— withdraw only into peripheral vision: but ineluctable this shimmering of wind in the blue leaves: this flood of stillness widening the lake of sky: this need to dance, this need to kneel: this mystery:

ALT THE YALE REVIEW O POETRY With Each Bird Flying, Time Is Passing Elizabeth Metzger Candled horses run across the dining table I cannot take a bite before them I cannot ride their passion One child pulls herself onto my knee The other is wrapping my arms to my sides with a scarf If I can't be a bird neither can you he laughs, and the first child cries For each life there is another you can't have It could have been better I could have been generous When the horses are gone and everyone's fed the unflown life comes flying I fall madly in love with mine































