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		<title>Morning: Piazza di Spagna</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2025 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>&#8211; dedicated to Amy Clampitt I suppose him in Rome, a body ruptured and wild with grief, on a day that gives rise to adoration and makes us thankful for life and forgetful of our fall, wanting to capture the beauty and promise of this world and take in a morning sky of pear- blossom&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Song</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2025 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Last night, I fell to dream of Castle Combe, its shambling mists and tawny stream, the holy pathos of its homes. Wind-washed clouds, the lunar gleam of cream-colored stone. And there, somewhere between drowsy dusk and day, I stood alone in fevered dream, in Cotswold cold, woke to air, moon-tide dimmed, and the lulled hush&#8230;</p>
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		<title>House Finches</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The small charm of migrants has returned and with them the making of another year’s nest tucked behind our wreath of maiden-head fern and lemon grass. There’s no accounting for how they keep the threads of memory tucked within their tiny heads, noting the seasons that came and went, the quirky ways of wind and&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Cache</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Mar 2023 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A blood-shot moon’s heat- stunned and staggering through blue, unmoving air, and all things are held close to ground, including a wind that barely brushes quiet queues of creeping pink and purple phlox. Even tides appear like ephemeral flares that might ignite these tinder- dry nibs of grass. That we could, like the nuthatch rifling&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Aeronaut</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2023 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Eyes were bait fish to be plucked near shore and lifted into a luminous plume of net but mine bit hard at the severe silver gleam – liquified platinum in laminar flow. A tiny crucifix of alloy shine, with a dull, low purr and muffled rumble; its propeller spooling light and spinning like a flaking&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Requital</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2022 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Trudging uphill and weighted with remorse when an April wind rises, wails and bends my body eastward, and so I put aside my pack and pause to take in the windswept world before me and day’s dalliance with dew, a dissolving darkness and the first meager light of morning gradually glazing the hillsides and low-lying&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/john-muro-requital/">Requital</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Fog</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2022 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Seeking a place to pause, fog wheels and eludes the white tongues of tides, bedding down the tiny boats and cottages into graphite-colored graves. Sky descending or water rising and an abstract earth’s releveling. sight defers to sound and the harbor’s soft slurring is slowly swallowed, curling into ear in a dull, nautical moan. Even&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Apizza</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2022 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>In Wooster Square, miracles are fashioned in the shape of warm, oblong pies spattered with sauce and basil and dollops of cheese, fringed with a brittle necklace of coal-crusted soot. Brick-oven blazed, poppy-red glistening, each slice as light as whisper that falls away like grieving tongues of smoke and slowly meld with memory conjuring the&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/john-muro-apizza/">Apizza</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Hyacinths</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2022 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Astounded by the wild plenty of pink and purple splendor pushing past soil, fragrant arabesques rise up in intemperate profusion and obliterate air, emitting from eerily pursed lips an enduring elixir I could not prepare for like the intoxicating flood of sweetness that some- times comes from an aging grief, slowly overwhelming the heart and&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/john-muro-hyacinths/">Hyacinths</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Sweetgale</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2022 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A buoyant whirl of catkins and glossy leaf, thick as language, seeking to sweeten the sharp tang of decay and salted air. but even you, bog myrtle, cannot decide if you’re a creature of air, earth or water; you’re tangled hamlet seems to drift just above the water-line, serving as a bulwark – a blue-&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/john-muro-sweetgale/">Sweetgale</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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