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Nil Nisi of the Dead

—variously attributed to Diogenes and Chilon 1. Nothing but good: that’s what I’ve always read. They never ...
On February 11, 2018 / By Len Krisak
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Acta Diurna

Hover your mouse over a line to reveal the text. If you’re using a touchscreen device, touch any line. In the storm scene, when the lake bursts. ...
On January 7, 2018 / By Laynie Brown
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The Ghost Speaks

I forgot how sweaty it was being alive, the slow creep down the gutter of the spine, the flush when the sweat hits the thigh and slides down ...
On October 1, 2017 / By Ann V. DeVilbiss
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For I Will Consider My Friend Susan

For she is the servant of the Living God, and worships in her way. ...
On September 24, 2017 / By Jill McDonough
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When the Canon Takes Aim: A Review of Jordan Abel’s “Injun”

Injun, by Jordan Abel. Talonbooks, Vancouver, B.C., Canada. $16.95 (Canada/U.S.) The atrocities inflicted on the indigenous peoples of the Americas through the centuries are well-documented in both literary ...
On September 8, 2017 / By Chris Hartman
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Trading the Mountaintop for the TV Room: An Interview with Jack Christian

Introduction The other day, my son and I were sitting on the couch in my sunroom, watching the traffic outside, when a hearse, leading a funeral procession, drove ...
On August 27, 2017 / By Gregory Lawless
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poem) (from next season:

Palimpsest: a manuscript rubbed smooth so it can be used again, with traces of the original showing through. Dina Hardy created the poem below by building on and ...
On July 5, 2017 / By Dina Hardy
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Coupling

Somewhere between a spring-like winter and a winter-like spring, I lost you, lost you even as you strolled beside me. Over clams and calamari at The ...
On April 28, 2017 / By Dana Crum
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Poem Beginning in the Body and Ending in a Landscape

Partly wreckage See Left leg Not going as the leg once went Not light The way the light once went Before the light went dim And a field ...
On April 23, 2017 / By Jonathan Weinert
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Narcissus

My father moved out of her house without warning as daffodil stems were throwing off bells, as the bells of the church down the street kept forgiving. In ...
On March 12, 2017 / By Lauren Camp
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Siluetas/Silhouettes

after Ana Mendieta i. I’ll return in blood-paint. Santa Muerte, goddess of death, my body imprinted on a sheet in a fissured portal, Candlewood branches arcing at my ...
On March 5, 2017 / By Carol Dine
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Kim Stafford: Two Poems on Trump’s Inauguration

Inauguration Day, 2017 The new patriot is a listener. The new citizen talks to strangers. The new continental congress convenes at bus stops, taverns and cafes, parking ...
On January 31, 2017 / By Kim Stafford