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by Michael Earl CraigGratitude came downin the form of a goldengrasshopper.Not golden like a bar of gold(an ingot)or golden like honeyor paint on a…
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by Michael RevereStarting fire in a downpouris no problem for you and me.We burn good together.As we tend the late fall slash fire,I say, "Sweat feels…
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by Eduardo ChirinosIn days of old, buffalo dotted the plainswith a soft, light brown.Their hooves fearlessly trampled these pastures.This was their home,…
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by Rob CarneyI'm glad that wool was saved from coyotes,glad for winter with its sight lines, glad for trees,the way they cooperateby letting go of their…
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by David Allan CatesA flash on the ridge lengthens shadows, dims the wireof ravens, and you retreat again tonight.Madness drives us to bury seeds in what…
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by Carmen Giménez SmithWhen God was a woman,empire was meh.When God was a woman,we built Schools of Listeningand every week we sat quietlyuntil we could…
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By Gregory PardloFor a flag! I answered facetiously. A flag of tomorrow,fluent in fire, not just the whispers, lisps, not just the still thereof powdered…
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by Jane HirshfieldThey lieunder stars in a field.They lie under rain in a field.Under sunSome peopleare like this as well—like a paintinghidden beneath…
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by Rob SchlegelI watch a silent film about the sea and I am forcedTo imagine the sound the schooner is making.Upstairs, you fill the bath with everything…
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by Robert PackBeside the waterfall,by the lichen face of rock,you pause in pine shade to remember bluefor drawing back, and greenfor trust, replenishing…