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johnblase: ...a face that I had seen before, and late that night I found it in my Gombrich's: the orphan girl, by Delacroix. And I can tell you that since that evening it's the face I've looked for in every woman that I've known. ~B.H. Fairchild, "The Blue Buick: A Narrative"

MarcusLinderos: Marked as to-read: Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lo... by B.H. Fairchild

thornstairs: MARRY ME RIGHT NOW CLARY FAIRCHILD

fairchild_tray: B. R. U. H

Alecks_Guns: B. H. Fairchild. The Book of Hours. 1998.

merylnat: Today's Social Distance Writing Topic: The last taboo in poetry...

ShieldsAndrew: 6 February 2020: B. H. Fairchild, "The Book of Hours"

EnsPulver1958: Old Men Playing Basketball by B. H. Fairchild | Poetry Magazine

academicworker: I walk into the front yard where moonlight drips from the fenders of our Pontiac Chieftain. I take out my dog whistle. Nothing moves. No one can hear it. Dogs are asleep all over town. From Mrs. Hill by B.H. Fairchild

Nugent_Rob: Old Men Playing Basketball by B. H. Fairchild

AmieWhittemore: "To quote B.H. Fairchild again...“It’s easy to sound mysterious about things that are actually clear. It’s much harder to be clear about mystery.” That’s what I’m after." - Chelsea Wagenaar, sharing insights my interview w/ her:

erinleigh28: supposed to be doing emails, so obviously I’m reading poetry B. H. Fairchild’s “Book of Hours”

erinleigh28: “Angels,” by B. H. Fairchild (one of Philip’s favorite poets)

ImperialMerchnt: Check out The Writer's Chronicle Magazine Legislator Courage B.H. Fairchild Dorianne Laux

ithxrondale: henry branwell & charlotte fairchild b r a n c h i l d "[he] kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but henry, whom she had always loved"

totalamnesiac: always thinking about early occult memory systems of the lower midwest by b.h. fairchild

hs_bookfest: “Then, then I think we were butt-deep in regret.” - B.H. Fairchild reading a piece from The Blue Buick at Poetry Reading

LawCoBaseball: Over three games in the last two days in Columbus: J. Feltner 5 H 4 RBI CJ Fairchild 5 H T. Maynard 3 H A. Roe 2 H B. Fletcher 1 H 1 RBI 1 R B. Blevins 4 H 3 RBI 3 R B. Blevins 6 IP 4 H 7 K 0 R B. Fletcher 1 IP 1 K 0 R

ImperialMerchnt: Check out The Writer's Chronicle Magazine Legislator Courage B.H. Fairchild Dorianne Laux

JosephBottum: That's the end of B.H. Fairchild's poem "Body and Soul"—about a 1940s Oklahoma semi-pro game, into which one team slips a ringer: the teen-aged Mickey Mantle. If you like modern narrative verse—if you don't, you should—this is as good as it gets. /4/

pervognsen: I wonder who designed the covers for Fairchild databooks in the early 70s. They are gorgeous.

Gabriellla_01: Belleza (B.H. Fairchild)

WesternMFA: Our 4th National Poetry Month share comes from one of our 2014 graduates, Jeffrey Runyon. Luck Written by: B.H. Fairchild I sit looking into the mirror at the bitter man sitting opposite me whose book has been...

Frost_Place: DPIR – Poem-a-Day // B.H. Fairchild

joncassie: 5 of 5 stars to Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lo... by B.H. Fairchild

DHRoseberry: "Babydoll, I would walk on my tongue from here to Amarillo just to wash her dishes." Discover "What He Said" by B.H...

UnIambic: Death of a Psychic. B.H. Fairchild

jeremy_millar_1: B.H. Fairchild, 'Beauty', from 'The Art of the Lathe' (1998)

PoetryOutLoud: Roustabouts shouting from the crow's nest / float like Ascension angels on a ring of lights - BH Fairchild...

LydiaShip: Our words dissolve in the waves./On the edges of speech is the sound/of the rain coming down. It comes down. B.H. F...

jpdancingbear: B. H. Fairchild reading his poem "Frieda Pushnik" from his book Usher, check it out:

Poeticous: Boys rise up in old men, wings begin to sprout at their backs. -Old Men Playing Basketball, by B. H. Fairchild

mjeffreywright: Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest (B. H. Fairchild)

Anonanyman: "...and his name was Travis Doyle." - B. H. Fairchild

ABRACKENBURY: 'That sky: vast, merciless and bored.' B.H.Fairchild, 'The Blue Buick'.

MatthewRyan101: A gift arrives out of nowhere. Unexpected and a giant kindness, a collection of B.H. Fairchild...

ABRACKENBURY: 'Boys rise up in old men, wings begin to sprout/ at their backs. The ball turns in the darkening air.' B.H.Fairchild, 'The Blue Buick'.

ABRACKENBURY: 'The way/the metal roof of the machine shop [.] would break into flame late on an autumn day,with such beauty.' B.H.Fairchild The Blue Buick

Micaheadowcroft: "Consider the poverty of lungs drawing ordinary air, the unreality of it, the lie it tells about quotidian existenc...

ABRACKENBURY: 'On the down side/ of the night shift:the wind's tense sigh/ the heavy swivel / turning,turning. B.H.Fairchild,

ABRACKENBURY: 'Cardboard suitcases lie open, white shirts folded/ like pressed flowers.' B.H.Fairchild,'The Blue Buick'

ABRACKENBURY: 'Always/ the warnings from men you worked with/before they broke, blue fingernails,/eyes red as fate.B.H.Fairchild,

_WinterWolf: Early Occult Memory Systems Of The Lower Midwest by B. H. Fairchild is one of my all time favourite poetry collections â¤ï¸

LibraryBabbitt: Is this actually B.H. "Pete" Fairchild's signature on this used copy of Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Mi...

Micaheadowcroft: B.H. Fairchild's "Beauty" is one of the only ways I know how to talk about this crisis apart from faith or a particular kind of education./

MattTGrant: Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest by B. H. Fairchild | Poetry Foundation

sarah_reinsel: B.H. Fairchild, "Blood Rain"

PeakePoetics: "Boys rise up in old men, wings begin to sprout / at their backs" -B.H. Fairchild

mjeffreywright: I keep retuning to Maurice Manning, David Bottoms, B.H. Fairchild, and Charles Wright-white males wandering landscapes looking for God.



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