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Thank you all for your kindness & for these amazing poems! There& #39;s o much love & support in this community—it& #39;s a lifesaver. I& #39;m home & stable, but likely facing early-stage Lyme, so looking at some tough road ahead. 
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James Richardson writes some beautifully poignant American haiku. Here& #39;s one bridging the human and nonhuman, and the living and the dead, in 3 short lines.
Here& #39;s another on the flickering that occurs when the spirit& #39;s light starts to leak through the body& #39;s veil.
This well-known one by Sean Thomas Dougherty perfectly encapsulates the reason why I write: to throw out a lifeline in the waters for whenever there& #39;s a desperate hand groping wildly in the dark.
This one from Linda Hogan teaches how love and pain are two, sometimes opposing, sometimes complementary, facets of a staggeringly complex nexus of sensual engagement (i.e., living).
This one from Airea Matthews ( @aireadee) is one of the best examples I know of that magical place where the roads called surreal and so-real intersect.
One of my fav strains of poetry is the gut-wrenching brutal short poem. This, from Laura Kasischke ( @disaster2follow), might sit at the entrance of that forest.
And this, from Mark Yakich, teaches how we are not only ourselves, we are composed of all the others who& #39;ve come and gone through our endless interior, and how any residue of a loved one is worth holding close for as long as we can.
The goddess Lucille Clifton drops in to teach how dwelling in and as mystery, not knowledge, ushers us through grief.
Ellery Akers reminds us how many riches offer themselves to our senses in even the harshest of circumstances, like the late-afternoon light pouring its honey through the grass while I lie on the ground seized with pain.
And last, for now, Katie Ford, lays bare how much we& #39;re willing to put on the line for the continuance of those we love.
