Tag Archives: Spring 2009 Poetry

Occupation: A Poem

When they came, they took the house. They let me and my sisters live in the basement. My father died of hunger. (Sasha, 1942)

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Cash Crop Concrete Hollow: A Poem

7 years ago there were no houses

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Hornets: A Poem

A hornet, the kind that stings,
rests three boards away

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One Blue Shoe: A Poem

On a naked concrete floor…

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Rappers and Their Game: A Poem

I’m mad at the world,
A world gone mad for money.

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The Swimmers: A Poem

The two rotund, none smoking, healthy middle aged ladies sit in their splashing pool get suntanned and wet

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Editor’s Choice: Three Poems By Robert Flanagan

Look at the asp on that woman!

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Black Magic Boxes: A Poem

It’s a collection now. Three shelves worth.
I remember most of them when they were alive.

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Maudlin Moments: A Poem

In my more maudlin moments

I picture myself as a young

grieved widower

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