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    • Poem of the Day
      By Mark Sanders
      I call my wife outdoors to have her listen,
      to turn her ears upward, beyond the cloud-veiled
      sky where the moon dances thin light,
      to tell her, “Don’t hear the cars on the freeway—

      it’s not the truck-rumble. It is and is not

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      By Wilfred Owen
      It seemed that out of battle I escaped
      Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
      Through granites which titanic wars had groined.

      Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
      Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
      Then, as...

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      By John Keats
      No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
             Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
      Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd
             By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
                     Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
             Nor let the...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine Hymn to Life

      By James Schuyler
      The wind rests its cheek upon the ground and feels the cool damp   
      And lifts its head with twigs and small dead blades of grass   
      Pressed into it as you might at the beach rise up and brush away   
      The sand. The day...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine January Drought

      By Conor O'Callaghan
      It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year,   
      a cigarette second guessed from car to brush.   

      The woods’ parchment is given   
      to cracking asunder the first puff of wind.   
      Yesterday a big sycamore came across First   
      and Hawthorne and is there yet.   


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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine I am dark, I am forest

      By Jennifer Givhan

      I carried a bowl of menudo into the forest / I carried my bisabuela’s tripas not daring ask whose intestines I carried / con cilantro y radish y cebolla chopped fine / I carried the sewing machine they’d chained her...

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      Appeared in Poetry Magazine A Horse Dies Once That Is a Lie

      By Rosebud Ben-Oni
      Somewhere in kentucky she went for kicks
      spiked polka-dot mint
      julep grade 1 stakes white-gloved
      clubhouse how-you-do-sees

      until all the horses broke their legs & for all the horses my ex

      join the seine-et-oise
      thoroughbred liberation front & she

      crashed all the bentleys & it was I...

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      By Sheryl Luna
      Dazed with rambling gossip,
      their looming net of mistakes,

      their love of rumor, they all dream
      arousal. They are far from indifferent.

      Their language bellows need.

      A gull darts over and behind
      bare buildings, shaggy forests, mountains,
      city streets. Trees lose leaves, and one

      man insists the leaves...