I was thinking about Ouija boards, and a poem pops up.
Kelli Russell Agodon, “The Ouija Board Said, We’re Floating like Rilke”
The Ouija Board says— Love us
as foolish gods. Says — Late summer fireflies.
I was thinking about Ouija boards, and a poem pops up.
Kelli Russell Agodon, “The Ouija Board Said, We’re Floating like Rilke”
The Ouija Board says— Love us
as foolish gods. Says — Late summer fireflies.
“Sometimes I am so surprised I show up to write a poem completely empty and yet, something shows up. Just keep making space for your work. Even if it doesn't make sense.”
-- Kelli Russell Agodon
I’m thrilled to share that my poetry collection Ceremony for the Nameless is joint winner of the 2025 Derek Walcott Prize for Poetry.
https://t.co/mrCPlta5h6
"her memory is a cloud she can't hold."
For anyone caring for someone on this journey. Thank you @POETSorg & Rick Barot for sharing this poem close to my heart. (link in comments)
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