Michael McInnis Untitled We faded after each caress like a mis-spent meteorite, flashing across the sky in the rubbery embrace of gravity. While in the Navy, Michael McInnis chased white whales and Soviet submarines.
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Dale Wisely
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Michael McInnis “Silence between the leaves”
Michael McInnis Silence between the leaves (after Jürg Frey) The wind in the maples, oaks, pin cherry, beech and birch sounds like a ship at sea. While in the Navy, Michael McInnis chased white whales and Soviet submarines.
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Michael McInnis “4 lines, 33 words”
Michael McInnis 4 lines, 33 words (after John Cage) More than halfway through I’m beginning to think we met in a silence so deafening that the only sound you hear is your heart beating as if tinnitus has become a new religion. While in the Navy, Michael McInnis chased white whales and Soviet submarines.
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Steve Klepetar “Dear Leonard”
Steve Klepetar Dear Leonard I know I said the tea and oranges came all the way from China, but I actually picked them up at Whole Foods. –love, Suzanne Steve Klepetar is like a bird on a wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir.
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Sherry Howard “Venom”
Sherry Howard Venom His words failed him, until the sting of a bee reminded him that pain is fleeting, and forgiveness is possible. Sherry Howard is a poet and author from the beautiful state of Kentucky, where horses and bourbon reign.
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Keith Nunes: “escapee”
Keith Nunes escapee When I die my singular self will return on the other side of the lake and looking back I will see my wife in the garden talking to the neighbour about the weather and I’ll feel like a prisoner who escaped unnoticed. Keith Nunes lives beside Lake Rotoma and together they do […]
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Bronwyn Sharman: “The Dig”
Bronwyn Sharman The Dig Moments before I unearth, from its cluttered pile, the hand trowel I once placed somewhere inside my garden shed with some past version of my fingers, there forgotten by last season’s mind, and yet (if I can find it) ready, to assist the soft emergence of spring shoots – that’s when […]
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Cristina M. R. Norcross “Traveling”
Cristina M. R. Norcross Traveling Spirit slips through cracks— the open mouth of the universe, the dancing limbs of wood that bang in the wind, trying to find a way in. Cristina M. R. Norcross is the founding editor of Blue Heron Review and the author of 7 poetry collections, who likes to bend metal to her will, as […]
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