The Last of the Hitlers
The storm tore a pier off Long Island Sound
poetry
Ghazal beginning with lines from Seamus Heaney
As a child, they could not keep me from wells
Hummingbird in the Hand of Tu Fu
I am reading your poems
Coyote
Shoved its head heraldic
Teaching Useless Skills to My Children
To set gillnet for salmon
Tetherball
it isn't played much anymore. My kids don't play.
Jellyfish
have been known to take offence
Where You Happen to Be
The Sun does not rise
Ghazal beginning with lines from Anna Ahkmatova
Along the hard crust of deep snows
Gold Fleece
From what dark-eyed and heavy-slumbered sleep
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Current Issue: No. 298
