Hollow

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   I’m awake again 5 a.m. walking around the house again bare feet on unsealed tiles            again sleep crusts eyes morning’s ritual becomes clang clang putting pots away          I should brush my messy hair stop to eat & … Read More

Our School Colors

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  Logan, you took your glass eye out for me.                   It wasn’t the taking out that I needed   to see, but the pink folds beneath. We            … Read More

Your Great Busyness

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                      I am unable to lead a life based on illusion.   –Eleanor Roosevelt   Blue eyes, lustrous hair and unfortunate chin. Many hats, many papers. Your alcoholic father took … Read More

All-purpose Spell for Banishment

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  A pox on _______ and the gerrymander he rode in on. Expel, export, exile him while we waft sage-smoke around. At this zero hour, as our wombs contract under the moon, cast him out, groper / loomer / cheater … Read More

The Argonauts in Oia

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tr. from the Portuguese by Calvin Olsen the beautiful journey–Konstandinos Kavafis For some the end of the earth is likely the end of the world. For others the end of the world is the starting point for the journey. Hand … Read More

The Quotidian Life of the Soul

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tr. from the Portuguese by Calvin Olsen Museo delle Antichità Egizie di Torino   Wrapped in meters of linen in an urn of carved wood (inside a stone sarcophagus inside a sealed tomb) this mummy doesn’t make it easy on … Read More

Dry Season

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  Translated from the Chinese by Fiona Sze-Lorrain   At high summer Lake Huai runs dry a few days, the bed revealed Where are the fish? I stretch my hand into the grotto, touch a tail: sleek, flat, fidgety . … Read More

Acte de Naissance

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  It was hard to keep up— 6th Street, Beverly to University. Wet snow and wind stung my face, sidewalk too narrow, no shoulder— cars would’ve hit me if I’d reached out my arm.   The train chuffs its cargo … Read More

Refugium

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              —Smith and Bybee Wetlands, Portland Oregon   November   and the brightest thing’s my neon blue slicker     I wish I knew if the pulsing in the soggy leaves came from Pacific chorus frogs or bullfrogs either way … Read More

Village Folklore

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  Tell me again the story of the farmer who finds a golden axe in the river and must enter tribunal with a silver dragon.   Or the man whose obsession with a wind nymph causes a trickster to turn … Read More

Mary Easty: Hanged September 22, 1692

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  They said she hurt them and brought them the book & then they fell into fits. When Mary’s hands are clincht together they point, cry out—Look! Mercy Lewis’ hands are clinch. When Mary stands with her head bowed—put up … Read More

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