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"Dim Sum"
June 2017, Volume 82, No. 6
"A Turkey Mansplains the World"
Finalist, 2016 Photo Finish Contest.
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"Luciferin"
Issue 15, Spring/Summer 2016
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THE WINE
ADVECTION BLUES
BULLHEADS
February 2015
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TURNING TIGER
Issue 5, 2015
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THE BACK STAIRS
On a Sunday
once through the balustrade
a storm yet hours away
reached out like God
and the slave knew first
climbing up the back stair
just when the clouds would burst
from a wren who fought the air
back to her nest aside the slave
quarters of the manse,
a dome-like cave
of weed-stalks and chance
bits of errant fluff
that held still her quiet
eggs pink-spotted and rough
in the wind that whispered riot.
Published in Volume 47.1 (Spring 2014)
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EHRFURCHT
Summer 2014, Issue 299, No. 3
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SNOW
For two hundred years snow went missing
from the English language. Travelers returned
from the circumpolar north tugged at collars
and spoke instead of the land of crowberry wine
while those from the south were simply ignored
as gibbering fools. Currier and Ives became famous
for their portraits of ash-strewn desolation
inspiring, years later, a young Cormac McCarthy.
Whenever it would happen it would happen
like this, denials and obfuscations as shallow
and deep as drifts. When Dylan asked
something is happening but you don’t know what it is do you?
he was daring all the phonies to name it already,
to quit gamboling around in shirtsleeves
as if the hemisphere hadn’t tilted, as if it didn’t
tilt reliably every single goddamn year. Of course
now that we’ve regained our senses, repeating
snowsnowsnow at the first sign of it, Dylan denies
that’s what he was singing about. I’m not a snow
singer and I never was. Let everyone else sing about snow.
Published in volume Summer/Fall 14
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SILOS
THE WING
Number 84, Fall 2013
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THE CASE FOR PERIPHERAL VISION
MOON
jubilat, issue 23, 2013
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THOUGHTS ON DAY FOUR
BEST LIGHT
Volume LV, No. 1, Autumn 2013
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MAGNOLIA
In a slender tilde of light
Beneath the tree, its fruit
A brown bell full of red
Seeds, the trove it made
Of future trees encased
In arils round and glossed,
An ancient nesting doll
Carved by inscrutable will.
Father of father of father
Of my dear grandmother
I imagine you as a boy
Marveling this same way
(Turning it in your hand,
Triassic and fecund)
At how Nature spun ardor
Into fierce, beautiful armor,
And our own duty so clear:
To love, to build, to endure.
Issue #3.5
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A REMINDER TO MYSELF TOMORROW SHOULD MY CANDIDATE LOSE THE ELECTION TONIGHT
WHAT TO DO (FOR ANJA WHO MERCY-KILLED A BAT)
GENE PITNEY
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