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Stanzas from A Work in Progress
Sound out Faerie horns, or pipes that mark the general distribution. Year of Jubilee, twelfth year of memory, nearabouts the Day of Atonement, in the neighborhood of a sheer unlucky Friday. A cracked piano or crazy hurdy-gurdy, make some noise to crack the torpor. Strings or wind, blow the hair out of your bloody eyes. […]
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Lincoln County
In July, we attended tornadoes by radio. When it came— a winding cellar snake— we leaned hard into her deep freeze, panic wrenching love up through cottonwood branches to twist and cure. Between saddles, we counted the guns aloud. The cellar held. We emerged lacking trust in any satellite. No tornado but a dust storm, […]
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Ravine
Our father made a blind dive for rumored arrowheads in a boiling sand spring. Our mother gave gritty oranges. We watched the pit. Barbed wire cuts pulsed. He stayed under. Hawks spun. Our trespasses are never anchored.
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The Span
Start with a map, a sheet of paper Thinking is site-specific + Glare rusting air— the sightline disrupted “I remember the quarry” a blank + The color of rock —the color of decay Perception’s a process + Sky mound at the bottom of the hill a swamp + A parking lot— degrees of torpor […]
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Parse
Dawn marks the wall a thin flange of off-blue An imagined silence Always an imagined silence The speed at which sleep’s fogged dialog withers into the present noun-scape This rift valley A volley of seasonal beacons Window where mind finds orbit • All a world can do is appear Glare echoes glare— the window intones […]
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Bounty
Hello again! First of all, this update brings poems from Robert Archambeau, Wes Benson, Brooklyn Copeland, S.M. Fattig, Norman Finkelstein, Graham Foust, Logan Fry, Ross Hair, Michael Heller, Matthew Henriksen, Tim Keane, Andrew Lundwall, Christopher Martin, Patrick Morrissey, Peter O’Leary, David Pavelich, Douglas Piccinnini, Pam Rehm, Dan Rosenberg, Moxie Schults, Mark Scroggins, and Mike Sikkema, […]
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A Handshake Shotgun
version of the bear window a real gravity well of a ne’r-do you tried to blame on me
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The Roué
If you were, then, like a snake or some other animal to turn on me. If you could like an animal only speak through mimes and gestures and movements. If we all laid down our cocktails and agreed, this was where the line must be drawn, no day without a line drawn. I could display […]
