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Night Market
By Norma Cole
Rock or tree, inflexion
of tree, wild asparagusand watercress, weeping
and leaving, parting andfleeing, atmosphere
as always the distance...
We Must Be in the Harvest Again
By Jessie Leitzel
The end of summer
and our jalapeño plant

is wilting, its stem brittle
as the heat peels

away from us,
though…
Petition for Reintroduction
By Kate Partridge
I don’t want to get emails from
the wolf people anymore, but
they know where I am—have known
precisely…
The Village Blacksmith
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
⁠The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large…
Lana Del Rey on Country Roads
By Tamsin Moore
Long, empty roads stretching as long as the gas tank is willing—
Sixty-seven dollars left from last …
From Dart: sewage worker ["It's a rush"]
By Alice Oswald
It's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …
I am trying to carve out a world where people are not the sum total of their disaster
By Remica Bingham-Risher
But for the grace of God
one might begin and
this must be the life of a woman. I will barely touch the…
Tilly
By James Joyce
He travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red road,
Calling to them, a voice they …
Like As of Fire
By Isabel Duarte-Gray
Sunday we lay hands
on a girl of ten hand on hand on
cornsilk hair. We sing
the secret language sung
the day the tin roof of the tower beat
on God’s floorboard
he got cramp in heaven.
Like our crying and our
fornicating so close to his...
Highway Town
By Anna Tomlinson
Sauerkraut festival, sauerkraut ice cream from a tiny paper cup.
Places you could get lost in. Bike path that wound by the old airport,
abandoned playground with its huddle of bouncy animals
on their oversized springs. In the slough, Doritos bags
flashed from the...
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Catania
By Benjamin Gucciardi
We lived in a stone farmhouse at the edge of town.
I’d been assigned to process asylum claims
and you’d come to write about the abandoned homes
in the island’s interior the government was selling cheap.
A family of barn swallows lived inside our...
A Bird in Bishopswood
By John Tickhill
Translated By Eric Weiskott
In springtime, chief of all seasons,
       in May when new joys rise and flourish,
               the sun is lord and messenger at once and sends down to us
       to rouse our bodies and be merry:
humankind to...
Mary
By William Blake
Sweet Mary, the first time she ever was there,
Came into the Ball room among the Fair;
The young Men & Maidens around her throng,
And these are the words upon every tongue:

“An Angel is here from the heavenly Climes,
Or again does return...
Watershed
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
...
Ode to a Dolly Parton Drag Queen
By Bruce Snider
She lip-syncs “Hello God,” then “9 to 5.”
She struts. Or does she fly? Like the soul,
a rhinestone, she tells us, will never die.
She’s a blush-pink Bible. Patched together,
she’s a cosmic doll. Mirror of a mirror,
she winks, her face the only...
Walking Horizon
By Tristan Tzara
Translated By Heather Green
then the clouds rolled in
young is the night that is to say
a cellophane softness ensued
which blew across the sky like wisps of straw
their firearms—a job well done
young is the night

and when the circus tent begins to blaze
beneath the eyes speak...
Introduction to (Soma)tic Poetry Rituals
By CAConrad
Growing up in a rural factory town I watched my creative family extend the grind oft monotonous jobs outside the factory walls and into their lives until they were no longer capable of accessing their artistic abilities. The factory essentially...
Black Earth
By Osip Mandelstam
Translated By Peter France
Too black, too much indulged, living in clover,
all little withers, all air, all charity,
all crumbling, all massing in a choir—
damp clods of soil, my land and liberty...

With early plowing it is black to blueness,
and unarmed labor here is glorified—
a thousand...
Queer Appalachia
By RK Fauth
Take me to the holler.
I want to see the cows
Big Mamaw’s grave and
something about tobacco fields.

I don’t recall all you said at Barley’s, but you
introduced yourself with an anecdote
about toothbrushes made from
chewed-up willow branches and
coyotes loping along a
wooded backyard—Uncle Clark’s
and...
Blue Chore Coat
By Daye Phillippo
I have learned to love turning a bar of soap
     and the calendar’s empty pages in my hands,
soft lather that soothes, feels like ritual, lifts away
     things I don’t need. I have learned to love
the chickens’ ways, the hesitating way they walk
     like...

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Tilly

Like As of Fire

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A Bird in Bishopswood

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Ode to a Dolly Parton Drag Queen

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Blue Chore Coat