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Poetry
Poem of the Week
The billows murmur at our feet, where the earth and ocean meet.
Poetry
Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.
Poem of the Week
I walk and I rest while the eyes of my dead look through my own.
Poem of the Week
Black wings thrash in trees, then strafe me low, my head their devil.
Classics
I have to say I am relieved it is over: at the end I could feel only pity.
Poem of the Week
We went flying without a map as naked astronauts often do.
Poem of the Week
In that great darkness could I explain anything, anything at all.
Poem of the Week
We buy a bag of cockles and three crabs, all female, sweet with egg.
Poem of the Week
The danger of the shirt—always, every moment, it is so obvious.
Poem of the Week
The day holds a cup of milk and sits on the couch, legs tucked up.
Poem of the Week
In the truck’s bed, resting where a dog’s might—the dead deer’s head.
Poetry
However hard I trudge and search I cannot find the hills I have climbed.
Poetry
Decay enters us through the eyes. As always I lose focus.
Poem of the Week
The flail is raised high, back bent in echo of the boys’ backs.
Poem of the Week
When I saw her, I was witness and weapon both, charging at her.
Poetry
The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.
iPoems
Draw me a map of your agonies, all the missing rivers you dried.
Poem of the Week
It stood across a narrow side alley where light-green ivy grew.
Poem of the Week
It was cool and dark, azalea in bloom at the edge of the forest.
Poem of the Week
They dust off facts like diamonds that excel in perfection under a monocle.
Poem of the Week
He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.
Poem of the Week
Francis too had his time in the wilderness, lost in the mountains.
Poetry
Judging beauty, which is keenest, Eye or heart or mind or penis?
N30B Winners
You can always tell the military folk by their even stance, their steady gaze.
Poetry
I told kids I didn’t feel a thing there anymore, but it was a lie.
Poetry Contest Winners
He said, every night you close the store, I watch you walk to your car.
