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  • Poem

    poetry-magazineElementary Magic

    By Allison Swenson
    I remember first hearing rumors
    of the atom. We are all made up
    of crumbs, Q told me
    when we were kids.…
  • Poem
    By Karen Houle
    One man and one woman park the government Jeep
    on the gravel shoulder of the Grand River watershed.
    Paired…
  • Poem
    By Jorie Graham
    The blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs…
  • Poem
    By Cyrus Console


    Rotor wash, or the downward-flowing
    Air by which our helicopters formed
    Imprints in the jungle grass beneath
    Now stands effectively for Vietnam
    Because our understanding of that war
    Omitted many things but not the wind
    We bowed our heads and fled. In this case we

    Refers effectively...
  • Poem
    By Jane Hirshfield
    On the fifth day
    the scientists who studied the rivers
    were forbidden to speak
    or to study the rivers.
    The scientists who studied the air
    were told not to speak of the air,
    and the ones who worked for the farmers
    were silenced,
    and the ones who worked...
  • Poem
    By Tracy K. Smith
    200 cows         more than 600 hilly acres

                property would have been even larger
    had J not sold 66 acres to DuPont for
                    waste from its Washington Works factory
    where J was employed        
           ...
  • Poem
    By Jeffrey Yang
    How easy it is to lose oneself
    in a kelp forest. Between
    canopy leaves, sunlight filters thru
    the water surface; nutrients
    bring life where there’d other-
    wise be barren sea; a vast eco-
    system breathes. Each
    being being being’s link.
  • Poem
    By J. Estanislao Lopez
    This century is younger than me.
    It dresses itself
    in an overlong coat of Enlightenment thinking
    despite the disappearing winter.
    It twirls the light-up fidget spinner
    won from the carnival of oil economies.
    In this century, chatbots write poems
    where starlings wander from their murmuration
    into the denim-thick...
  • Poem
    By Diane Thiel
    We've always been out looking for answers,
    telling stories about ourselves,
    searching for connection, choosing
    to send out Stravinsky and whale song,
    which, in translation, might very well be
    our undoing instead of a welcome.

    We launch satellites, probes, telescopes
    unfolding like origami, navigating
    geomagnetic storms, major disruptions.
    Rovers...
  • Poem
    By Norman Finkelstein
    I have built a machine to visit the stars.
    I have built a machine to outlast the stars.
    There is a glass ball inside a copper egg.

    There are dynamos and turbines, Tesla coils and magnets.
    There is a boy in Brooklyn, Wisconsin
    and a...
  • Poem
    By Ava Cipri
    Here is the encyclopedia where I learn first position
    Here is where I begin ballet: at 12, in a class of 6-year-olds
    Here is where I get my period
    Here is where I substitute dance for childhood
    Here is studio “B” where I practice
    Here...
  • Poem
    By Leslie Contreras Schwartz
    A body must remind itself
    to keep living, continually,
    throughout the day.

    Even at night while sleeping,
    proteins, either messenger, builder,
    or destroyer, keeps busy

    transforming itself or other substances.
    Scientists call these reactions
    —to change their innate structure,
    dictated by DNA—cellular frustration,

    a cotton-cloud nomenclature for crusade,
    combat, warfare, aid,...
  • Poem
    By DJ Savarese
    1. Who needs water with so many wings?
    2. A Dewey Decimal System for feathers.
    3. The librarian in the trees says, “Quiet!”
    4. "I felt an intimacy with [birds]...bordering on frenzy [that] must accompany my steps through   life." –John James Audubon.
    5. Bird...
  • Poem
    By Katie Willingham
    We know the last stuffed specimen of the dodo burned
                 in 1755, though Wikipedia's "Dodo: Talk" page shows
    sources conflict on whether the fire was an accident

    or intentional. They say it had started to smell. The...
  • Poem
    By Katie Willingham
    Diagram of a diagram: if properly decoded,
                                                                       ...
  • Poem
    By Moon Bo Young
    Translated By Hedgie Choi
    The research center is a cube building with a neat chimney plunged into the right side. The researchers are covered head to toe in white cloth. Unrelatedly, they are sexless. They don't draw lakes in forests. They don't play classic...
  • Poem
    By Marlanda Dekine
    Vigilant for so long, 
    I am full.                                                                     ...
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