by Kevin Dyer
Hoar-frost across the fence,
board by board, caving in at odd angles–
barely holding,
nailed there,
warped by nature.
Winter light fell
with a three-quarter moon frothing
behind a thinned-out cloud bank–
innocuous at first– Continue reading
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by Alessandra Simmons
“A beaver resembles a cucumber with a short stem, or a duck with the neck & head cut off, or a ball of yarn, flattened a little.” -Adriaen van der Donck, 1645
It is said the castor
is a kettle, a hatchet,
a loaf of bread.
Enchanted Christians
with fish-tasting tails,
I am your punishment
for knowing too much. Continue reading
by J.R. Solonche
I sit at my desk under the window
reading the poems of Su Tung-p’o.
You play Schumann at the piano.
Emily runs up & down the hall. Continue reading
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by Yuan Changming
Among the seven colors
Of the paint, the painting
Gives rise to a swirl
Turning fast enough
To send you up to a little cloud
Like an eagle gliding through
The serenity of autumn sky Continue reading
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by Jonathan Louis Duckworth
Dense fog over the Norman coast.
Low sound of a ship’s horn,
like a husky man who groans
to keep himself from nodding off. Continue reading
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