Browsing Category Poetry

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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
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  SALIVA TERRACADE

  Your tongue is lightweight Like ceramic tiles While you lick Your lover in order to Build a saliva-based Terracade You may be Shane Henrik, Australian, Architect, building Your ...

  On January 7, 2017 / By Vi Khi Nao