16 Nov Chipping Sparrow by Susan Howe
Left the body
Drowsd a little
Done with soul
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Drowsd a little
Done with soul
02 Mar TO CLOTHE WITH LOVE by Joseph Chamberlain
How can I maintain
my Granddad’s soul
in the land he loved -
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my Granddad’s soul
in the land he loved -
23 Feb T.R.A.U.M.A.—The Truth We Keep Passing Down by Dallas Taylor
You know the stereotype.
But show me one person who don’t like fried chicken,
And I’ll show you someone who just ain’t made it right.
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But show me one person who don’t like fried chicken,
And I’ll show you someone who just ain’t made it right.
16 Feb Two excerpts from CONSCIOUSNESS SUITE by David Landrey
Pain strands weaving us
tied to power
the kraft of it leaving us
stranded amid confusion:
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tied to power
the kraft of it leaving us
stranded amid confusion:
09 Feb River by Verneice Turner
When the foxes mate, the cat
goes outside more often, sitting
at the edge of the woods, head
twitching, eyes resembling two
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goes outside more often, sitting
at the edge of the woods, head
twitching, eyes resembling two
02 Feb Disappointment Apples by Geoffrey Gatza
There is a breezy kind of beauty in discovery,
Like a blood-orange sun setting on a cold day.
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Like a blood-orange sun setting on a cold day.
26 Jan i was told that every poem was about the MOON (Three excerpts) by Ann Pedone
There is a language no one ever spoke. It has been recorded that
its words tasted of myrrh-bud and yellow
pear.
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its words tasted of myrrh-bud and yellow
pear.
19 Jan Found Poem by Ed Taylor
the language of seeds is a letter
to everyone
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to everyone
12 Jan Over the Skyway by Theresa Wyatt
I sing you, Great Lake, carved out of glacier ice
with your fantastical moods of storm seiche
and lightning flashes.
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with your fantastical moods of storm seiche
and lightning flashes.
05 Jan My Heart is a Lakeside City in January by Rachel Valente
My heart is the big fish, the silver hook, and the
hands that fight to reel it in, all at once.
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hands that fight to reel it in, all at once.