Barry Yeoman

I Saw A Woman   The trees continue recycling their timely poems year after wind-blown year.   Soon the tenement glow is shadowed with ice.   The bare limbs of timber click and knock in the windy woods like two bucks locked-up and tangling over the deepest hunger.   This room is silent and the wind is deaf.   Kids …

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Three Birds Orchid

“Among the graffiti one illuminated name: yours” – Basho   Poised in beauty at the woozy edge of this drunken swamp, a mile deep into woods   like an enchanted pilgrim silently climbing the ambrosial pathway to heaven’s gate,   you startle me with your earnest meditation, oh sweet Buddhist orchid,   oh soft demented flora, oh silent saint of …

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Bobbing Heads

Let go of your thoughts, let go of your thoughts, your thoughts are a river passing you by. I’m next to a river watching my thoughts. Those are heads floating by! Ten or twelve floating heads, what the hell was that saying—if you sit by the river the heads of your enemies will come floating by? That’s bull, you should …

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The Survivor

Inspired by Carolyn Forché   What you have suspected is true. The girl at the counter was kidnapped. Her neck had a gash that was long and scabbed. It curved from her ear to her throat. Her boss counted baguettes, her lover tied on his apron, her co-worker swore at the register. There was a businessman ordering soup, a broken …

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Letting Go

In the wintery spring of 1945, World War II had ended but not the chaos and misery of its survivors. My mother received notice that her husband had been killed. She sought solace in the arms of the messenger, got pregnant, and remarried. The couple moved south looking for work. I was five years- old and left in the care …

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The Lucky Few

It was blasphemous and immoral; they submitted to the thrumming rhythm of the ethereal emotions that curled beneath their rhapsodic boughs; it filled the cosmos between them with embryonic passion—the steps they took were almost predestined, as if they had been there before; the breaths they took were almost too heavy to be healthy; the chances they took were reckless …

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Pierce Brown

Johnny Appleseed   A myth, a mistake, raking sodden leaves into trodden ground feeling dirt sift beneath his weight; a nomad, a flake, an illustration in a children’s book planting the American dream, original sin; a sexist, a snake, sowing seeds into earthy wombs, throwing them to absent winds praying they catch, they root, they grow bitter, sour, sweet; a …

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Car Parts

Once, I asked my mother “What is the worst part of a car to break?”  She said it was the radio. Weeks passed since I inquired and the famous question why? taunted me more each  time I eyed her attend to the radio before the adjustment of her seat. Finally, I gave up on wasting countless hours in a desperate …

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Timothy B. Dodd

The Wintry Wait to Work   A cold eight degrees at eight in the morning as a mourning dove perches on the telephone wire, Mona’s conversation with her new man running under its talons. I see   a shattered flowerpot, glazed with ice, lying in a lawn of discolored grass, the long and twisty roots of its winter-dead creeping along …

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Seul

I think of my grandmother’s skin—warm creases, her hands rinsing off a peach, its hair smoothed from the softness of wellwater just eat from my hands, can you taste how ripe it is? I just picked it in the orchard this morning. Or the first day I met Rebecca in that cold café and how the overhead lighting made her …

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Big Billy

Coalmaster, stoker of purposeful flame, worker of the bellows of hell, adept of the infernal majesty.   Mama visited him in Washington. He was lobbyist for a lathe turners union. They ate lunch at Ollie’s. A waitress fawned all over him, said he had paid doctor’s bills for her son; rank   humanitarian, Exalted Cyclops, klavern keeper, you couldn’t get …

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Grounded

He took his car and swerved down the side of the mountain, up the side of the mountain, overlooking the valley of trees, miles of green and farther away, the city. He drove fast and we screamed joy. No music. Just the wind, high-pitched, shrieking, racing with us around bends, curves, inclines. You flew. Mustangs, Thunderbirds, Winged horses   Fell …

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