Howie Good October Trees I see them out my window, grinning, angelic, committed to the outrageous thing, to be alive in spaces that are designed to kill them. Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.
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Dale Wisely
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Steve Klepetar: A Meeting (All 5 parts)
Steve Klepetar A Meeting i Because times were bad, I think he came to comfort me on an October day filled with light. ii He had been gone so long into that silent world that his face was gray, his hands wrinkled and cold. iii He spoke softly, and his words rose like smoke in […]
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Steve Klepetar “A Meeting” Part V
Steve Klepetar A Meeting, Part V A few birds twittered in the trees, the small pond glittered in the sun, and together we felt the earth as it stretched a little, yawning like someone who had been up late the night before. Steve Klepetar is enjoying October in the Berkshires, hanging with ghosts.
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Steve Klepetar “A Meeting” Part IV
Steve Klepetar A Meeting, Part IV He touched me on the shoulder, smiling sadly, while outside some young men gathered leaves into piles, loaded them into pickup trucks. Steve Klepetar is enjoying October in the Berkshires, hanging with ghosts.
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Steve Klepetar “A Meeting” Part III
Steve Klepetar A Meeting, Part III He spoke softly, and his words rose like smoke in the clear air. Steve Klepetar is enjoying October in the Berkshires, hanging with ghosts.
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Steve Klepetar “A Meeting” Part II
Steve Klepetar A Meeting, Part II He had been gone so long into that silent world that his face was gray, his hands wrinkled and cold. Steve Klepetar is enjoying October in the Berkshires, hanging with ghosts.
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Steve Klepetar “A Meeting” Part I
We asked for sets of 5 one-sentence poems which tell a story. We’ll run these sets from time-to-time. Here’s part I of our first series. We’ll run the rest this week, one poem per day! Steve Klepetar A Meeting, Part I Because times were bad, I think he came to comfort me on an […]
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Sean Lyon “Portrait”
Sean Lyon Portrait Flour floats to rest on the pizza shop owner’s black orthopedic boots as he catches spinning dough with all the gravitas of receiving his dead mother’s fine wedding china falling from the sky in busted parachutes, plate after plate after plate. Sean Lyon is a native Texan living in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn. […]
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