Poetry

“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” – Carl Sandburg

Freddy’s Father: A Poem

He didn’t say much
but his wife made up for it,
usually at his expense.

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Red Bank’s Carlton Theatre: A Poem

It wasn’t the deep south.
No sign at the entrance read:
Negroes must sit in the balcony.

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Editor’s Choice: Two Poems by Ashok Niyogi

I love babies
aberrations can go to hell
this is the witches’ hour
when malevolent swallows
glow out of habitat hollows

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Inside: A Poem

The house is in levels. Inside, the dust caked on
every surface like protection of a past worth
savoring.

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Amen: A Poem

He looks far into the horizon. Sniffing the coming
wind.

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Guilin Noodles

I lay a solid foundation of flimsy
noodles.
     This is how I start my day.

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What’s Your Poetry?: A Poem

What’s your poetry? What makes you smile? What do
you live for? What makes you tick?

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Spring 2008 Featured Poet: Four Poems by Joop Bersee

Elvis died.
We know.
He died,
rolled up
his sleeping bag,
became very small,
a comma in the ground.

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Ghost: A Poem

It would wander the hallways after the 3:45 bell,
after the last class, after the students had all
disappeared with the homework they’d never finish

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Quiet Asylum: A Poem

The tap doesn’t close properly.
Drops of water
hang
and fall like saliva.

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THE TRAVELER AWAKES. HER TRAIN AWAKES: A Poem

(She dreamt too much. She dreamt too
much and worried.)

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“Encounter with a Snake” and “A Cow”

My family raised an alarm,
Curtailing my silent appreciation of it.

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“This Little Town” and “The Self-Proclaimed Ordinary Man Who Decided to Sell His Soul”

Two poems by Spring 2007 Featured Poet Anna Russell

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The Woman Girl: A Poem

she could not take it anymore. her nails raked the skin from her forearms.

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Now 2: A Poem

Cloud form. Shadows on snow, crow is alone.

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