For An Evening

the window is open to the sound of the water sighing   the light from the waning moon speaks softly to the corner table   you left a glass by the kitchen sink pale pink tracing the line where your lips had been   by A.M. Clarke  …

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Ken Haas

Everything A woman in Frankfurt whisked me off Taunusstrasse when I was eighteen, vowing that if I bought her a drink, we could go directly to her room upstairs and “do everything.”   Though I knew little then of the expanse being offered, what crisscrossed the hitherto lofted mind were the likes of bodice and…

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Glen Armstrong

The Bedside Book of Antique Maps   We all fray and tear a bit, our bodies more and more like maps   with worn edges,   that crazy serpent that threatened the world, now a sketch   threatened by the margin’s inward drift,   that erosion, that whole world pushing back into us.   We…

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Daniel Giovinazzo

Find Me   Find. Find me. Find me a place. To call home. No. No one. No one likes to be alone. Find. Find me. Find me a place. Where I can see. Offer. Offer me. Offer me some space where I can be me. Give. Give me. Give me a choice. Wake. Wake me….

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Seventeen

Summer after chlorine saturated summer we pretended we were cholitas,   twelve year old lambs in disguise.   I wore swap-meet Adidas breakaways over unshaved legs and blue gray Venice Dolphin’s swimsuit.   Seventeen, our lieutenant, tiptoed lightly, a damp towel tightly wrapped around her curves,   sang Mariah Carey’s Fantasy. She’s Mary’s baby, her…

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Johanna Lane

To the Man Who Was to Be My Gardening Companion for Fifty Years You used to love that I see the fierce beauty in a little chaos. I first cleared that web of woodiness cautiously. I pruned instead of hacked the curious entanglement of Greenbrier and Wisteria. The roots seemed to reach as deep as…

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