Like the memory deepest hidden, it drives you The you you can’t put down make sleep smother under logic The…
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transfer, held damply in her hand, the snow melting where her cap (nearly) met her coat, her scarf left where…
Hearing your heart beat Quick, definite, determined Inside of me The first time I knew instantly That you would be…
Between Greenwich and Cambridge, Cambridge to Arlington The brightly lit hills rise. Reds and yellows smart the eyes. She’s bored…
Dreams Against Absence I. First Night without my Son I gather the scent of my husband like a bed-sheet made…
Review by Judith O’Brien – It’s hard to turn away from the poems in What Can Be Saved. The two…
Review by Nicelle Davis The Forest of Sure Things by Megan Snyder-Camp Tupelo Press 2010 $16.95, Winner of the Tupelo Press…
When polishing sterling silver, Use a soft cream and a damp cloth Lest you scratch the shiny surface Of what…
You have trained your restless haunches for eight months now, within me, growing by skull and brow, ribs and toes—simple…
I believe in Literary Citizenship. I really do. I believe in it in caps, as you see. To me this…