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(These are excerpts—click on the titles to view the complete poems)
— Word Poems
There are no word poems this issue, but if you'd like to participate in the challenge for the next issue, the words are gull, attic, trample, metallic.
New to Me
To the east limestone cliffs reach two hundred
feet, to the west a slim river's carved estuary
The Blue Kayak
Where are you?
I daren't call out, even as I
see the vastness of the lake.
A Dog Called Yesterday
The man with three heads,
brains, arms, ears, and eyes
is walking his three dogs
Gilon-Gilon (The Harvest)
performers, in split-second
flight, arch, slightly
if all the maple trees whisper incessantly but you
don't speak foliage, can you trust leafy vowels?
He knows the failed liver of the third wife
the way a muskrat knows the wetlands
our stubborn mountain dog
and in the past I've said stupid
dog right in front of you.
As men aligned doors, rigged the long throat
of the furnace to bellow its blackness up,
my groom wrote sermons
Laura Madeline Wiseman
The Nut Tree
For a boy, he said, I pray God to be stable and firm
As this nut tree will be.
The squirrel's lived nearby long enough not to fear the now-arthritic dog who learned long ago he won't catch squirrels in a yard with this many trees.
joined to flaw to make
a cobweb of pain
I don't know what the order was
in the piles along the wall
before the disaster.
Vasyl Holoborodko, Trans. Svetlana Lavochkina
The Lost Manuscript
But here, too, we have Moguls and Saracens,
The Ukraine with its corvine ashes;
And billows of smoke
Dmytro Kremin, Trans. Svetlana Lavochkina
This is the space without my father.
Don't try to fill it with anything else.