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  • Poetry: A Mirror, a Pencil and an Envelope. Seven Minutes with D. Nurkse and Nancy Mitchell

    In this candid interview, D. Nurkse reflects on a long life in poetry and political activism

  • Untitled

    But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street

  • Where Birds Sleep 

    It goes down and the birds go to sleep.

  • Why are white butterflies always in pairs

    Above the Morning Glory.  I’ve wondered this

  • Letter to My Almost Former House

    It’s true, I’m getting ready to leave you.

  • from The Seven Deadly Sins

    You had always expected a sonnet from me

  • The Ant’s Plunder

    When I stuck out my hand to grab the iron door handle, a hidden ant attacked my right

  • Three Poems

    Somewhere in Brooklyn, a nurse walks out of the hospital where I was born,

  • Harvest

    Like someone who has spent long hours among the vines,

  • Across the Wide Missouri

    It’s toward the end of the season.

  • Chronoscope 241:  Briefly

    Briefly: the glare sun below the clouds

  • The Old Thoughts

    Immersed, called forth—