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The Electric Guitarist

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JOHN PHILIP DRURY

“‘Ever the best of friends,’ your letters ended, / great expectations for a wave of years / that promised more reunions, correspondence. / But all that’s over.”

February 23, 2020 Archived Poems, John Philip Drury

Post Partum

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J.C. SCHARL

“See, along the path those clustered sword-like leaves? / Those are the irises, my son”

November 17, 2019 Archived Poems, JC Scharl

Seven Broken Dreams

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ADAM TAVEL

“One horseshoe clangs against an iron spike. / You breathe them in: their glimmered bayonets.”

November 10, 2019 Adam Tavel, Archived Poems

Peasant Woman Watering Her Cow

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DAVID MIDDLETON

“Fall skies glow pink and golden on a ground / Prepared and worked”

March 31, 2019 Archived Poems, David Middleton

Soundings

MATTHEW MCLAUGHLIN MALYON

“The open coffin waited in the room, / a stone in ocean tide”

September 8, 2018 Archived Poems, Matthew McLaughlin Malyon

Trapped in Plain Sight

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BRUCE MCBIRNEY

“His eyes are fixed ahead. His scraggled beard, / Flecked salt and pepper, hides a shaking jaw.”

September 8, 2018 Archived Poems, Bruce McBirney

The Ambiguities of Healing

JACK GRANATH

“My friend, the coffee-shop philosopher, / Surrendered to the venom of his views”

September 8, 2018 Archived Poems, Jack Granath

June and September, 1994

MATTHEW LADD

“That day the roar of Corpus Christi beaches / muted us, months before the storm flew in, / I saw the terns flame out along the boardwalk”

September 8, 2018 Archived Poems, Matthew Ladd

Saint Anthony at Rimini

DEBORAH WARREN
“He could no more make them heed his speech / than he could take a roll call of the waves”

July 29, 2018 Archived Poems, Deborah Warren

Night Thoughts

ALISON PELEGRIN

“No plans for tonight but to snare a poem, / to set a breadcrumb trail of booze / and catch a little buzz myself.”

May 20, 2018 Alison Pelegrin, Archived Poems

Bristle Burn

MARK JARMAN

“She clung to him. It hurt to think she loved him”

May 20, 2018 Archived Poems, Mark Jarman
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