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POEM OF THE WEEK: Lorraine Troutman’s Roses
LORRAINE TROUTMAN’S ROSES for Dr. Aimee Kohn One season, between jobs and men, I potted pansies, weeded beds for cash. The air was cold, spring barely evident but [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: The Empty Tomb
THE EMPTY TOMB Three nights before she was to dance Saint-Saëns’ “The Dying Swan,” Anna Pavlova [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: The Juggler
THE JUGGLER Look at the juggler balancing time! His hands intent on a touch, not a hold. He knows suspension is his paradigm. He throws up the terrible [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Icarus
ICARUS It was his idea, this flying thing. We collected feathers at night, stuffing our pockets with mourning dove down. By day, we’d weave and glue them with [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: The Rain Rises
THE RAIN RISES The mist rises from the pavement after rain. The pavement rises, too, and [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Let’s
LET’S arrange our cups and plates on the floor in the shape of a clock. Watch time stand still. by Christine Hemp IMAGE: Eszter Imre, “Must [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Beetle Backs and Wings
BEETLE BACKS AND WINGS I grabbed a shirt and wrapped the giant beetle in the cloth. [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: The Things That Keep Us Here
THE THINGS THAT KEEP US HERE I wouldn’t call them dream times exactly, those moments when the wind finds you folding clothes or putting the milk away. And [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Vacant
VACANT My father told us never to look at the dead animals along the road. Our Ford sped past the stiff fuzzy guts, sometimes freshly spilled. It was [..]
POEM OF THE WEEK: Even When
EVEN WHEN I close my eyes the light that was you burns against my lids. by Christine Hemp from “Looking For Your Name” (Orchard [..]