Poetry

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

Great Apes of Eastern Europe: A Poem

My college freshman daughter had questions
about her family tree for her Bible-as-lit course.

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“The Past”: A Poem (Editor’s Choice, Winter 2005)

We entered the shed
where you collected the sheep
and marked them on the back

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Like Music: A Poem

Like music the cellist hears
through the wood on her palm,

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Dark Skin: A Poem

Soothing, tempered, absorbing
The Sun, making it its own.

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January ’05 Featured Poet: Emanuel di Pasquale

Two Poems: “I Know I Will Die in Early Night” and “The Ocean”

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Native Shoes: A Poem

I have just returned from Upper Canada, and I have
good news: the natives are wearing shoes

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Reading Joe Weil’s New Book

I’m glad I bought your book, Joe—
It’s filled with old favorites and new gems

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Vacancy: A Poem

They’re the failing letters
of the dull neon sign
outside the motel
on the state road

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Moment: A Poem

A writer picks up / From the flowing river of time, / A drop.

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The Fickle Muse: A Poem

Kandinsky takes a bow

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The Bride of Jesus: A Poem

What to say to the night,
Which enfolds your body in warmth
Allowed to me only in dreams.

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Chickadee: A Poem

real good and
not real

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Scrapbook Stars (or Philadelphia): A Poem

The bed table ashtray cradled a napping cigarette,
and I admired its patience, how it waited for a match.

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Life in Massachusetts: A Poem

Bluebloods and just plain rich
perambulated along Brookline Village

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Prose Poems (Five)

Prose Poems by J. Reuben Appelman, Allison Benis, Lorene Delany-Ullman, Beth Understahl, and Gail Wronsky You will be accounted for… by J. Reuben Appelman You will be accounted for as an incumbent and my vote will be to suck out your mango head. And with gay enchantment. End quote. You are always balding from the […]

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