Category: Poetry

Jeff Schiff

TASTING GARLIC IN SPANISH by Jeff Schiff Head the vendor replies for the sheathed whole where its dangling beard once studied mud cabeza de ajo Cabeza so you
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Philip Kobylarz

AZIMUTHS by Philip Kobylarz Summer, a suitable garden. With/without reasons, leaving. In the bulb of her hand, a match                                                                stick. Beyond the circling hills, a road back to
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Philip Kobylarz

TINTINABULAR by Philip Kobylarz What is certain are possibilities. The potted weed might bloom. Cloud play might develop a sunset erratic, colored with the dust of the living.
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Michael Levan

TO M. AFTER SEEING AGAIN HIS FIRST PICTURE WITH SANTA by Michael Levan What was it made you             stick a fingertip in your mouth, searchingly, as if
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Michael Levan

SITTING BY A WATERFALL, I’M REMINDED HOW MUCH MY PRIORITIES HAD SHIFTED by Michael Levan I’ve heard this music before:           white water’s roar over dam’s edge,                 batter of
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