Poetry Commons^™

Object Permanence, Jacob Nelson

Bryant Literary Review

When the sheet is pulled over

your father's face is still there,

his mustache, too, for you to tug.

Chicago - 1966, Michael Walls

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I remember you well. Sidewalks were slush,

snow piled along the edges.

Another Gen-X Icon Dead, Ace Boggess

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Why are we the waning crowd,

grayest cloud, shattered vase

that once held crocuses & hope?

Mastery, Ken Victor

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And the experience of the failed

work is a prod to practice: think of

Constructing Border Quilts, Martha Brenckle

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looking for justice with thread, pins, needle

and scissors, cutting shirts and dungarees abandoned

The Lariat, Marc Pietrzkowski

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I want to wash the hands that guide me home

and smell the soap and the soil together.

Is It Alice, Amy Or Anne?, George Longenecker

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Huddled with four other nameless people,

who sleep on cardboard and blankets,

in the entry of a garage alcove,

Leaning Into The Party, Stephen Roberts

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I was having a good time at the party
until I leaned back on the door frame

Block Island Haiku, Fred Yannantuono

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So many hatchbacks.

Eating The Whale, Mitch Lescarbeau

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He brings the sizzling strip
on a bone china plate.

Ennis, Ruth Holzer

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The dusty road to Ennis
rose up to meet me
like a blessing,

What's Going On, Ruth Holzer

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I'm making my way through the stormy night,
a long road back, after I've left Father

Wildfire, Charles Laird Calia

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For months there was no rain or very little, the mountain grasses were dry, prone to lightning strikes and wildfires, and Frank could see the river far from his little cabin, just beyond Federal land, drying up before his eyes.

Perseids, Deborah Fleming

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Mid-August and the hemisphere
Now turns its head away from light;

Peasant Woman In Gascony, Deborah Fleming

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1972

Under the shadow of the Pyrenees
In a field at the bottom of a hillside,

Heat Wave: November In Vermont, Mitch Lescarbeau

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The world's askew:
there should be packed pads

My Date With The Scientist, Kristy Nielsen

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He tells me even land has tides,
pulled like water by the moon.

What Is, Stephen Malin

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It is what it is
unless of course
it isn't in which case

With A Phone Call To Heaven, Bill Hoadley

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I wish I had a phone
that could talk straight to heaven.

Death Comes To The Office For Daniel Downer, Jennifer Companik

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He might've dispatched one of his Angels to do it, but Death knew Daniel would resist, and his best Angel was on vacation, harvesting souls in Costa Rica for the next month, so Death resolved to take Daniel himself.

Space Storms, Sarah Thompson

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You are the star
In the blackened sky

Lists, Michael Onofrey

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Earl has begun the prep work for painting the "foyer" of Bob and Lisa Kob's house, "foyer" a term Bob had used.

Island Time, Theresa Fairless

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Carry a sunset in your pocket,
let the beam break a seam.

Big Red, Ryan Warneke

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It loses value,
the faded red hood

Tail Of The Comet, Peter Johnson

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At 11 p.m. Lucille Gorski found herself standing in a cemetery next to a monument proclaiming, "Herein Lies Phineas McGee, Who Left When He Had the Chance."

The Blind Man At The Grand Canyon, John Kristofco

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He stood there with his friend,
the hundreds at the rim,

Late To Find Me, Marge Piercy

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In my adolescence, high school
and through college, I was amorphous.

Elegy, Brendan Nixon

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Death stood there in a leather jacket,
sunglasses on and his hands in his pockets.

Birds Of The Black Canyon, Vicki Lindner

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As they crossed the big mountains only she talked, hands off the wheel to gesture vivaciously.

Respect Your Elders, Charles Harper Webb

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"Ready for a fastball," the grizzled grampa
leather-lungs. "Alls he's got's a fastball.