Category: Poetry

Fourteen

and bandy-legged, I passed time among hills and hay, swam in dirty pools. The summer skies were green- eyed, the color of witches and grassy cow pies. I was greedy for...

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Conjure Woman

Do not make bones at me // I are soonly calcified // I are knowing of death and of burial // making your spells // into mush words remember how to incant this // I are not black in my father's...

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Sedona Vortex

This is red rock sensibility: Laura picks feathers out of her hair and whispers, He loves me. He loves me not. Too much time is spent twisting spanners – a clock can be wound and rewound, but...

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A Brief Excerpt from “Honey Locust”

Katie Willingham 1. BBC News, March 5th: Scientists publish the most detailed brain scans ever taken. Images of the first sixty-eight subjects take up about two terabytes of computer memory, enough...

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Returning

Harry Newman   Denver, NY for that first year she told me she could only paint with black broad strokes more like sketching she saw only in outline an empty world of edges white showing through...

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our old house

Anna Krem My mother stands at the mirror in the bathroom of our old house, holding a cheap plastic palette of makeup she bought on clearance a year ago. She swabs at a square with the stubby black...

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Paw

Bill Moran 1. Oh yeah well my Grandpaw says, hey, hey my Pawpaw says: “When god spoke us into existence, he slurred and forgot his words. Wanted to say ‘bright’ but said ‘bone’ and here we...

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Keats by Glenmont Metro

Konstantin Kulakov   I. Metrorail. A spent, amber streetlight. There, a deer tearing at warm grass— a nauseous-sweet mist rising as from a Bangladeshi garden. Tomorrow, the sun will climb over...

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Moongirls of the Medicine Birds

Gillian Cummings   You were about to float away so they taught you not to. Soft-crofted into quiet they come, finely fretted in frocks of spook light—winged ones they bring, goldfinch, marlin,...

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Completing the Arc

Nancy Hewitt   There’s a crack in everything – that’s how the light gets in. – Leonard Cohen A warm front’s arriving, blasts of sun knifing their way through thunderous...

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