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TWO POEMS by Anne Barngrover
ELEGY FOR FALLEN PALMS –after Hurricane Irma I learn the facts about what we’ve lost: palm trees don’t form annual rings. You’d find their age in the Bible or Quran, old as Oil …
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AS THE FOG ROLLS IN, NIGHT FINDS ITS FOOTING by Luther Hughes
What’s that story about the blackbird visiting a man, or, more accurately, his depression? Making him recognize it, I mean. It was often like that with birds, reminding you of your flightlessness. It was like that, then more so, then only that. I’m doing as much as I can these days despite thinking about what…
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LAMENT FOR SOME OTHER SAIGON by Sarah Audsley
My father taught me feet are something to care for, cradle. He never talks about anything else. I remind people my Dad’s age too much of hot, sticky, high green foliage flapping in their faces, or steam rising up from the rice paddies the platoons waded through all morning, crossing in the open, barrels loaded,…
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