-read by lchristopher, the original one take charlie, so if the quality's poor...tough s**t.

“My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three." —Lolita

maggie and milly and molly and may – theE. E. Cummings

maggie and milly and molly and maywent down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sangso sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded starwhose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thingwhich raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

—

let it go – theE. E. Cummings

let it go – thesmashed word brokenopen vow orthe oath cracked lengthwise – let it go itwas sworn togo

let them go – thetruthful liars andthe false fair friendsand the boths andneithers – you must let them go theywere bornto go

let all go – thebig small middlingtall bigger reallythe biggest and allthings – let all godear

so comes love

Galway Kinnell

1927—2014

Wait, for now.Distrust everything if you have to.But trust the hours. Haven’t theycarried you everywhere, up to now?Personal events will become interesting again.Hair will become interesting.Pain will become interesting.Buds that open out of season will become interesting.Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;their memories are what give themthe need for other hands. The desolationof lovers is the same: that enormous emptinesscarved out of such tiny beings as we areasks to be filled; the needfor the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.Don’t go too early.You’re tired. But everyone’s tired.But no one is tired enough.Only wait a little and listen:music of hair,music of pain,music of looms weaving our loves again.Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,most of all to hear your whole existence,rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

~thanks for calling. it is never taken for granted. LC.

*[It would not be amiss to point out that Ms. Levine’s second book of poetry, “Spoke,” releases TODAY, April 28 2026. [note: further, it is my solemn belief that Ms. Arden Levine will be tapped for the title of Poet Laureate in her lifetime. her concordance of published work is legion; the talent is clearly hers — and the world has already started to take notice. go get em’.]

christopher: [thinking in 8 dimensions simultaneously as the sky caught fire and the wall to wall carpeting boiled with blood]: “good god, what’s this?”

a stranger life I have never known.

thanks for calling.

-LC.

I feel like a can of sardines, she said.I feel like a band-aid, I said.I feel like a tuna fish sandwich, she said.I feel like a sliced tomato, I said.I feel like it’s gonna rain, she said.I feel like the clock has stopped, I said.I feel like the door’s unlocked, she said.I feel like an elephant is gonna walk in, I said.I feel like we ought to pay the rent, she said.I feel like we ought to get a job, I said.I feel like you ought to get job, she said.

I don’t feel like working, I said.

I feel like you don’t care for me, she said.I feel like we ought to make love, I said.I feel like we’ve been making too much love, she said.I feel like we ought to make more love, I said.I feel like you ought to get a job, she said.I feel like you ought to get a job, I said.

I feel like a drink, she said.I feel like a 5th of whiskey, I said.I feel like we’re going to end up on wine, she said.I feel like you’re right, I said.I feel like giving up, she said.I feel like I need a bath, I said.I feel like you need a bath too, she said.I feel like you ought to bathe my back, I said.I feel like you don’t love me, she said.I feel like I do love you, I said.I feel that thing in me now, she said.I feel that thing in you now too, I saidI feel like I love you now, she saidI feel like I love you more than you do me, I said.I feel wonderful, she said, I feel like screaming.I feel like going on forever, I said.I feel like you can, she said.I feel, I said.I feel, she said.

-BUK

This is for all the fathers that never were — and to the sons that call to them still.

~thanks for calling. it is never taken for granted. LC.

*[It would not be amiss to point out that Ms. Levine’s second book of poetry, “Spoke,” releases next month, April 28 2026. [note: further, it is my solemn belief that Ms. Arden Levine will be tapped for the title of Poet Laureate in her lifetime. her concordance of published work is legion; the talent is clearly hers — and the world has already started to take notice. go get em’.]

-read by lchristopher, the original one take charlie, so if the quality's poor...tough s**t.