The journal
A curated selection from the Moniqs archive, newest first. More stories are being moved over from the original site.
Poetry · Reflection
The silent friendliness of the moon (misquoting Virgil) accompanies you since that one night or evening lost in time now, on which your restless eyes first deciphered her forever in a garden or patio turned to dust. Forever? I know someone, someday will be able to tell you truthf
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Poetry · Reflection
The sky a black sphere, the sea a black disk. The lighthouse opens its solar fan on the coast. Spinning endlessly at night, whom is it searching for when the mortal heart looks for me in the chest? Look at the black rock where it is nailed down. A crow digs endlessly but no longe
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Poetry · Reflection
Love,through your spirit and mine what summer eve Now glows with glory of all things possess’d, Since this day’s sun of rapture filled the west And the light sweetened as the fire took leave? Awhile now softlier let your bosom heave, As in Love’s harbour, even that loving breast,
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Poetry · Reflection
‘Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.’ Salvatore Quasimodo
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Poetry · Reflection
‘Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” Plato The image is from a classical sculpture of Plato found on Crete.
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Poetry · Reflection
FISH SONG Nobody knows da trouble I’ve seen Nobody knows my sorrow Nobody knows da trouble I’ve seen Lordy lordy lord. Nobody now knows nothing No stuff No junk No words of my life No secrets No nothing that moves or shakes me. What is my life but a sad tale Of fish flying And
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Poetry · Reflection
The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes. ~W. Somerset Maugham
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Poetry · Reflection
“It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.” ~W.H. Auden
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Poetry · Reflection
“The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.” John Keats
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Poetry · Reflection
“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.” Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Poetry · Reflection
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. ~Pablo Neruda, quoted in Wall Street Journal,, 14 November 1985
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Poetry · Reflection
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry. ~Muriel Rukeyser
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