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Slow Walk by Charlotte Innes

I take my father’s arm. We are about to embark on a long journey across the lawn. From hydrangea curling around the back door to a Norway maple at the final edge. Thirty-five yards. And then thirty…

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Elegy [The Summer I Learned to Swim] by Elisávet Makridis

Our neighbor’s daughter drowned. She walked into a dream that shouldn’t. Now and again, she’d shown a hidden genius for Silence, like a swan That had just descended into the Atlantic with close-shu…

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Confessional Poem by Russel Swensen

I worked at the SLC State Liquor Store, Sugarhouse location. We opened at nine and the line was around the block. They came to us like sleepless lovers. They filled up my shift with black straw, wi…

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Self-Portrait by Robert Cording

So strongly present, enclosed in familiar features: all you ever see, your self, unreal to the Buddhist monk, but something you cannot get rid of. Inconceivable, this face, yours just once to wear,…

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Early Spring - A poem by Donnie R. Wallen

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Aphorisms

One Tycho Brahe or William Harvey is worth three Aristotles or five Platos. Philosophy is a form of thought that attempts to know by reason that which is a matter of opinion or is only knowable emp…

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None of Them Wanted to be a Cloud by Tom Hunley

a line from Lorca’s “Ode for Walt Whitman” I wanted to be a cloud. Clouds are going places. Clouds are never voted most likely to succeed, but they’re always the most likely to surprise, whic…

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Notes on the Bones by Erika Brumett

In Cold War U.S.S.R., censored music was bootlegged and played on used x-rays. Big band, pop, bebop: banned. Too sensual: mambo and rumba, samba and tango. Satchmo, Fats: contra- band. So smugglers…

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The Nonpareils by Kathleen A. Lawrence

I wasn’t a sorcerer or ugly witch and I didn’t stir a black cauldron or saw women in half for a show. Neither would I conjure magical spirits like Merlin or quell rivalries, like the hexes of Baron…

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Waiting by Charles Augustus Simcox

Will it be over to-day or to-morrow? Will it last for a week, or a month, or a year; This trance that is neither a joy nor a sorrow, This waiting that is not a hope nor a fear? While I am waiting t…