Autothanatography ~ Julie Marie Wade

 for Annette Allen I think of the mail, how eager I am to receive it, though there are mostly ads & bills & coupons for things I’ll never buy. I think of the sun parting the white grain of the curtains, & the stamp of her feet on the stairs— that woman in blue with […]

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Modus Operandi ~ T.R. Hummer

  The veteran sits like an ancient statue at noon +++++under the Ponderosas, white and fragmentary. His war is lifetimes past. His caretakers roll him and leave him +++++in the park. Today they have him surrounded By small airplanes. What does he not remember +++++about dismemberment? Now, one by one he launches them Into the […]

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Two Seeds ~ Elizabeth Rees

  A bed, like a field, is open to weather: too much rain will bruise the fruit. To plant thanks, to sing to plenty, I will trickle seeds over your head. Too much rain will bruise the fruit. White lilies lean below the water while I trickle seeds over your head, I watch night close […]

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6.9 Off Humboldt Bay ~ Jeff Ewing

  Far from shore the ocean floor ripples, shrugs and steals our footing, skews the horizon from its beam. A single wave larger and darker touches the beach where elk turn to look out, ears cocked, hooves raised and trembling. Inland dust rises like a rug shaken out, hazes the sky strung loosely from mountain […]

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The Poet as Seven-Year-Old Baseball Fan ~ John Drury

  In an old photo, I’m crouching by a blackboard, wearing pajamas, pointing at a line-up in chalk.  And batting fourth, bold-lettered, starred, appears a forgotten player, Al Pilarcik. I can’t recall his team or his position. He was a nobody, but his name enchanted, the lilting, heft, and click of syllables. More than the […]

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June 26, Madison ~ Robin Chapman

    Dear Ones—solstice, and cool, rain off and on on the green leafy canopies rising through the depths of our canted back yard—locusts and walnuts, pine and cherry, dogwood and the young bur oak we planted for future centuries, an ocean of phlox; leaves in all the shades of green, gray, chartreuse and teal […]

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