Poetry

Sinead O'Connor at Festival de Cornouaille, 2014 © Thesupermat; Creative Commons license

We Could Be Cyborgs

Feb 06, 2017

Two Poems by Lesley Wheeler

Natural, at this age, to decay and disjoint—to seek chemical solder and replacement parts.

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My Place in Line

Feb 06, 2017

Poem by Lucy M. Logsdon

The dying have more important things to attend to: like dying.

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Self-Portrait at Five

Feb 06, 2017

Three Poems by Louisa Howerow

What stays. Stone barracks, a garret room, a too-high window.

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The Future Labors Over Her CV

Feb 06, 2017

Poem by Carol Dorf and Autumn Stephens

Like a rich woman in furs, she warms her hide with soft targets.

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Grace Marie Grafton: Poem

Dec 12, 2016

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Mother be forgotten, buffalo meat cut to strips to dry. The sun.

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