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Teasing Them Answerless

04.29.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Sy Roth’s most recent poem to appear here was Content to Circle (March 2013). Teasing Them AnswerlessBy Sy Roth Celestial beings mischievously play footsie with little men,teasing them answerless.Before Adam’s apocalypsethe earth, with bated breath, lingered in the vast expanse.Apples fell with silent thunks to the ground.A train blew a plaintive whistle,Gnostic challenge pinging from one star […]


What the Women Wrote, 3

04.25.13 Posted in words to linger on by

This is the fourth in an ongoing series of poems by women living with cancer. The most recent poem of the series to appear here was What the Women Wrote, 2 (March 2013). What the Women Wrote, 3By the Women Who Know What I overheard is notthe way it really is.They talk, they mock,they banter, they blamejust […]


Bits and Pieces

04.22.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Christopher Roe’s most recent poem to appear here was Winterscape (March 2013). Bits and PiecesBy Christopher Roe Looking down on the Paris streetfrom a hotel window streaked with rainseeing the beauty that moved Monet.The gray buildings and wet avenuesthe dark form of people slouchingbeneath beetle shaped umbrellasdodging buses and taxistheir reflections staining the pavement.It is an impression […]


Morning Passage

04.18.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Molly Frederick’s most recent poem to appear here was Early Snow (January 2013). Morning PassageBy Molly Frederick On the smooth, empty lake,   a lone, black-necked goosecarves a long, languorous V   onto the lake’s sheenof eternal knowing, Lengthening it as he goes. His delicate feet flutter   in the gentle currents as hissoft beige-gray feathers   plythe waters   beneath him. […]


Keep Calm, Be Ukrainian

04.15.13 Posted in words to linger on by

Nicole Yurcaba’s most recent poem to appear here was Folded (March 2013). Keep Calm, Be UkrainianBy Nicole Yurcaba The only Ukrainian in an Irish Catholic high school,my father suffered at the ignorant handsof beasts who called him stupid Slav and Uki Redneck. Years later, in rural West Virginia, I, too, suffer at the hands of ignorant beasts–boys and girls alike–on […]


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