The Arrowhead by Mary Oliver
The Arrowhead Mary Oliver The arrowhead, which I found beside the river, was glittering and pointed. I picked it up, and said, “Now, it’s mine.” I thought of showing it to friends. I thought of putting it—such an imposing trinket— in a little box, on my desk. Halfway home, past
The Sciences Sing a Lullabye by Albert Goldbarth
"You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be / one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep." — Albert Goldbarth