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Mar 13

The Emperor (Rohrer)

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The Emperor, by Matthew Rohrer (1970-) She sends me a text she’s coming home the train emerges from underground I light the fire under the pot, I pour her a glass of wine I fold a napkin under a little fork the wind blows the rain into the windows the emperor himself is not this […]

Mar 13

Lucky (Tanning)

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Lucky, by Dorothea Tanning (1910-2012) Ever imagining the dire, the sudden the menace with no thought of the gradual, the lingering itch of whatever. That was my sister. A stomach ache had to be diagnosed. “Oh, come on, it’s no big deal.” “How do you know? You aren’t me.” At the doctor’s office she waited. […]

Mar 11

Ocean Beach (Mann)

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Ocean Beach, by Randall Mann (1972-) seems cruel this August, the skeletal chill, even the gulls a little ambivalent.  There are   warnings everywhere, what passes for warning: kelp like dead sea creatures, ropy tails and flies;   the dog stalking the crow. There’s no getting around it, either, the water, its epic associations, etc. […]

Mar 10

Some Part of the Lyric (Orr)

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Some Part of the Lyric, by Gregory Orr Some part of the lyric wants to exclude the world with all its chaos and grief and so conceives shapes (a tear, a globe of dew) whose cool symmetries create a mood of security. Which is something all need and so, the lyric’s urge to exclude what […]

Mar 09

Ornithology (Hull)

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Ornithology, by Lynda Hull (1954-1994) Gone to seed, ailanthus, the poverty   tree. Take a phrase, then fracture it, the pods’ gaudy nectarine shades     ripening to parrots taking flight, all crest and tail feathers. A musical idea. Macaws   scarlet and violet, tangerine as a song the hue of sunset where my street becomes water and down […]

Mar 08

Exquisite Candidate (Duhamel)

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Exquisite Candidate, by Denise Duhamel (1961-) I can promise you this: food in the White House will change! No more granola, only fried eggs flipped the way we like them. And ham ham ham! Americans need ham! Nothing airy like debate for me! Pigs will become the new symbol of glee, displacing smiley faces and […]

Mar 07

The Poem I Couldn’t Write (Evans)

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The Poem I Couldn’t Write, by David Allan Evans (1940-) Last night I gave up again, tossed the damned sheets in the wastebasket, turned out the lights and went upstairs. Brushing my teeth before the bathroom mirror, there it was, the poem I couldn’t write. When I frowned, it frowned. When I smiled, it smiled. […]

Mar 06

Harriet Street (Frost)

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Harriet Street, by Carol Frost (1948-) The fadedness of stone markers shows the wear of weather. And here, long life near a yard of bone. She’s naked and weeds her garden, and seems to stare at nothing. The hot winds swings its sharpened sickle where dark deeds jumble with good, and begun things end. The […]

Mar 05

Windy Day (Turoldo)

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Windy Day, by David Maria Turoldo (1916-1992) I have no pity for this naked heart of mine;   just as one windy day a tree was beating the glass with insane arms the sea was one huge sob;   And there on the shore foam-covered stones were scarcely breathing, and there was wreckage of boats […]

Mar 04

Silver Roses (Wetzsteon)

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Silver Roses, by Rachel Wetzsteon (1967-2009) The strings, as if they knew the lovers are about to meet, begin to soar, and when he marches in the door they soar some more—half ecstasy, half pain, the musical equivalent of rain— while children who have grown up with one stare steal further looks across a crowded […]

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