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Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, What a Wife Knows of Bones

01.01.11 Posted in Contributor Series 7, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone What a Wife Knows of Bones By Cassie Premo Steele I begin with the ridge of your foot, a fan of sparrow feathers, so light, they sprout brown flight while you sleep. The sky is your whole calf, the air that rubs against me in the dark, […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, The Words and the Music

01.01.11 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

The last poem of the series, giving us a close as strong as the opener. Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone The Words and the Music By Bob Christin When the pain in my worn body is relentless, insulting, poems sing to that hurt animal, send music to aching bones, vibrate in marrow, […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Ossuary

01.01.11 Posted in Contributor Series 7, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Ossuary By Rae Spencer Literally, the place of bones Or the bone box In which one inters An ancestor or spouse Mortal remnants of one still beloved A year after death When only bones are left And I taste such a place on my tongue Limestone leached […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Permanent Record

12.31.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Permanent Record By Annmarie Lockhart the scars of every break, hidden from the eye but knowable in a finger stroke over a new-ridged bone another new-ridged bone like a medal won and worn on the pedestal of place and slid away in a collection a prized collection […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Just Like Two Balloons

12.30.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Just Like Two Balloons By Lisa Marie Basile Oh heaven, I am extremely vulnerable when  listening to that song. It sounds of black color, all the things that once were upon the mantle. Winter has come in, settled down and the house is now a cold, white […]