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Poem
From the magazine:New Song
As sweetness flows through these new days,
the woods leaf out, and songbirds phrase
in neumes of roosted melody
incipits to a new song.
Then love should find lubricity
and quicken, having slept so long.
The bloodroot blossoms, well and good,
but I receive no word that...
the woods leaf out, and songbirds phrase
in neumes of roosted melody
incipits to a new song.
Then love should find lubricity
and quicken, having slept so long.
The bloodroot blossoms, well and good,
but I receive no word that...
Poem
From the magazine:The Prodigal Son
In Miami, this May afternoon, I look up,
the sky hot, so hot, always, and heating up hotter —
how long I have loved this scene.
The clouds are white optimistic churches;
I cannot number them.
Herons, pelicans, and gulls glide like dreams
through...
the sky hot, so hot, always, and heating up hotter —
how long I have loved this scene.
The clouds are white optimistic churches;
I cannot number them.
Herons, pelicans, and gulls glide like dreams
through...
Poem
From the magazine:River Politics
I spit my smack,
Jim slugs his Jack,
Rob stews his lack,
Carey prepares his rack,
herons hunker on blowdowns,
deer wait on high moon for their rounds,
and the campfire
might as well be an empire
we all
watch dissolve
(in the slough, a carp roll, a...
Jim slugs his Jack,
Rob stews his lack,
Carey prepares his rack,
herons hunker on blowdowns,
deer wait on high moon for their rounds,
and the campfire
might as well be an empire
we all
watch dissolve
(in the slough, a carp roll, a...

Table of Contents
POEMS
- Devin Johnston
- Spencer Reece
- Adam Vines
- Rae Armantrout
- Alice Fulton
- Franz Wright
- Christopher Buckley
- Maria Hummel
- Kimiko Hahn
- Cally Conan-Davies
- Elizabeth Arnold
- Judith Hall
- Marianne Boruch
- Sandra Beasley
- John Repp
COMMENT
- Anna Kamienska
- Maureen N. McLane
BACK PAGE
- Paul Durica
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