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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
D. Nurkse
Untitled
But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street
Ralph Angel
Where Birds Sleep
It goes down and the birds go to sleep.
Carol Potter
Why are white butterflies always in pairs
Above the Morning Glory. I’ve wondered this
Dorianne Laux
Letter to My Almost Former House
It’s true, I’m getting ready to leave you.
Theresa Burns
from The Seven Deadly Sins
You had always expected a sonnet from me
Daniel Bourne
The Ant’s Plunder
When I stuck out my hand to grab the iron door handle, a hidden ant attacked my right
Xi Chuan
Three Poems
Somewhere in Brooklyn, a nurse walks out of the hospital where I was born,
Gerry LaFemina
Harvest
Like someone who has spent long hours among the vines,
Daniel Tobin
Across the Wide Missouri
It’s toward the end of the season.
Brian Swann
Chronoscope 241: Briefly
Briefly: the glare sun below the clouds
John Walser
The Old Thoughts
Immersed, called forth—
Daniel Bourne
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