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(Fragment)
by Steve Luttrell Mind’s necessary movement memory’s dislodged fragments what comes up comes up
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Coast Poem
by Steve Luttrell The tides to bring the news of oceans. Where the weather takes the shape of change.
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And Now . . . .
by Lucien Stryk Ancient recorder: mind leaps through centuries of pain, beyond war, peace, genocide, even love. Circles like swallows over and
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Dawn
by Lucien Stryk Sunup. A noisy rumor simmers in the leaves over dark whispers of an iffy past. The chorus quickens as a fossil hunter unmasks
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Winter Song
by Lucien Stryk Snow settles into cubist folds, fleeces wind-shoveled debris over mountain, village, town. Sends creatures snuggling into
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Eschatology
by Dan Stryk The reversed flow rumbles, swelling, up the river . . . The north wind pushes south, now, down its banks . . . The fish, bewildered,
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The Vanishing of Pain and Love in Winter
by Dan Stryk The sky, on this late afternoon, spreads milky rose, then fades, above low hills, to chalky cloud — pale whisper of hydrangea in
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Crow’s Way in Late Fall
by Dan Stryk What need of philosophy, or abstract talk that droops and withers once again, at each year’s end, like the cluster of
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What becomes of things we make or do?
by Dan Stryk Strolling through our neighborhood this languid afternoon— after reading essays by a man who’d left his Brooklyn youth, citybred
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James Wright’s Horses
by W. E. Butts There are certain words that transport us out of those small spaces we sometimes live in: prognosis, cancer, treatment, memory