CIRCLES by Brenda Yamen |
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SO WHAT ABOUT LOVE
by Joyce Odam This dying emotion that has so much trouble responding— your hands at its throat your lips on its lips, its terrible kiss— life-saving it. What does it matter, the words that are said, as if caring? All it needs now is the promise you withhold. And you tell it lies in the guise of sincerity. Yes, what about love . . . ? LIFECYCLE OF A WASP'S NEST by Martin Elwell The branch growing through me rooted once in June’s sandy soil. Each gray strip of my fabric exterior was chewed into pulp, smoothed and pasted by female workers in humid August. Others guarded my exterior, protecting the larvae of my loves, my pre-sleep fantasies, my erections. Each harvested offspring later freeing himself through the same valve by which he entered. But in November, my warm weather purpose served and ended, I waited to be knocked to the ground with a broomstick.
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MARSH by Brenda Yamen
ARCADIAN PASSAGE
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by Frank C. Praeger I know this elegant ankle, the hoof that is attached to it, across the road from the ribcage. All summer, fall I watched diminish body to bone and hide partially hidden among flowers, watched as everything that would would go, past the changing leaves, through the long snows of winter. Now, warmth on the denuded earth, the bones scattered. Now, this svelte reminder of an Arcadian passage, Riviera of fragility. Sheer number numbs me: ants, beetles, springtails, flies, other furtive hustlings, clandestine quickenings, the smallest denizen's extravagant, unappeasable appetite. |
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