Category: Poetry

How We Respond is What It Means

Poetry Marc McKee

In this time it is impossible not to love

at least one monster. Venom laces the air,

you are in a house with

the feeling of every light in...

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Early in the Field

Poetry Grant Souders

Early in the field—

I trace horizon where field makes horizon

gnashed with earth, scavenge for pieces in rubble...

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Ships Before Me

Poetry Grant Souders

Ships before me

meet land

meet indigenous woods

of which they have no knowledge....

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Brain Damage

Poetry Eric Burger

I remember once I clung to a massive accordion-folded curtain in a hotel in Boston, looking out at dangerous weather sweeping in off the Atlantic. My room was...

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fly three to four weeks after hatching. mercy.

Poetry y madrone

grown, they aren’t picky with food but hoard
scattered caches carefully. the sown ground.
plus tuck bills beneath feathers for later
......

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life span in the wild exactly average. not year-round

Poetry y madrone

we are not this residence yet, but should be.
magpied twice as often minus abundance,
these ages openly passerine......

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larch, o man I made

Poetry y madrone

I must unlatch this cold
constellation of two fish

as for me these kinds of dreams
for his way to moose I am armed
......

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once a decembered maytown [but the fallen quince leaves dear]

Poetry y madrone

birds can be everywhere at once northern
harrier all winter long guarding the plot of dormant
strawberries and asparagus......

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