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Upon Reading Facts About The Moon by Rethabile Masilo --> Upon Reading ‘Facts About The Moon’ When I started writing this, as a confession, a solstice was circling the world, Stonehenge was rife with worshipers, my wife was drinking mojitos and rutting. I sat on the edge of our bed and heard whales calling from the coast below. Sometimes when the mood sets in I’ll fling dishes to the sky (manhole covers are too heavy for this), or resort to a frisbee in the park at night, see it wane, then yield to a death its circle finds in words and is captured by them. Big-arse plate for near moon, tea saucer for far, bulb-in-the-sky little moon— now when I look at it straight-laced I only see zits on the face of the man there, among fields of craters in the stillness of time where Michael Jackson would have loved ...

Facts About The Moon by Dorianne Laux --> Facts About The Moon The moon is backing away from us an inch and a half each year. That means if you're like me and were born around fifty years ago the moon was a full six feet closer to the earth. What's a person supposed to do? I feel the gray cloud of consternation travel across my face. I begin thinking about the moon-lit past, how if you go back far enough you can imagine the breathtaking hugeness of the moon, prehistoric solar eclipses when the moon covered the sun so completely there was no corona, only a darkness we had no word for. And future eclipses will look like this: the moon a small black pupil in the eye of the sun. But these are bald facts. What bothers me most is that someday the moon will spiral right out of orbit and all land-based life will die. The moon keep...

Francesca by Ezra Pound Francesca You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal things Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away, So that I might find you again, Alone. Poet: Ezra Pound Source: @Poets.org Books: @AbeBooks So that I might find you again, Alone. ...