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The Good Son, William Torphy

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I'm on Trailways, staring through dirty windows at mounds of snow piled on the side of the road. I couldn't face everyone's questions, their judgments. Even Shirley at the bank gave me a suspicious look when she handed me my cancelled savings book and the $357.45 from my account this morning.

Monkey Time, Eric Greinke

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Communication devices destroy communication.

Text messages erode the language,

Vaya Con Dios, Russ Allison Loar

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I could kill you with this little finger,

He says,

Jutting the scabrous thing out into the shivering night,

Pointed menacingly toward the enemy

Dog Whistle, Tina Cane

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It begins with a tweet the bird kind in which a friend of mine

deems the hummingbird her spirit animal delicate engine

Saying Goodbye In Brussels, Lawrence F. Farrar

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It was a day like many others that had passed since Brett Smalley's arrival in Dusseldorf. It differed, however, in one significant respect for the sales representative of Chicago-based Windham Metallurgical, Inc.

The Bush Burned With Fire And The Bush Was Not Consumed, Peter Munro

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Skin draws gaunt to his skull, deflating

jowls he has borne across eight decades.

The Help, J. Tarwood

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In the morning, the radio

praises God while the maid

cracks eggs.

Little Mercies, Terry Sanville

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I hadn't seen him in fifty years. But I still wanted to kill him. I didn't know when, where, or how. But the way of it seemed crystal.

God And God's, Sandy Weisman

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God ran our house, decided what

we could or could not do.

Night Shadows, Jimmie Pennington

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Night shadows

lie on empty walls

like the silhouettes

of yesterday's dreams

Copy Cat Music, John Krumberger

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I never asked his name

-no suitable pause between the torrent

of New York accented syllables that flowed

Outsider's Shovel, Mark Taksa

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An insider promises smoke will never

pollute the flag.

Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little

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The letter was addressed to Diane, predictably misspelled. It was from a postal box in a town known only for its prison. When she saw the name, Ben Strickert, she tore it open.

Lachrimae, Allen Strous

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The man whose tears are often,

out of nowhere

the open-up

breakdown,

The Wandering Buddha, Cate Gable

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for chef Jimella Lucas

Entering the Bardo or another set

of bones, you cannot know

we mourn your knife skills,

Only Touch Is Impossible, So We Touch, John Sibley Williams

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Silence enters us.

These once familiar faces go strange

over time.

Tiny Bills, Susan Johnson

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Mist nets catch the fall migration,

catch my hands numb and slow as

The Book Of Bad Faith, Noel Sloboda

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Back when Mom first swore

Dad rated an entire chapter

Learning From Her, Emily Madapusi Pera

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A lot you could learn from her,

you thought.

Object Permanence, Jacob Nelson

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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,

"Free Indirect Suicide: An Unfinished Fugue In H Minor", Seo-Young J. Chu

Publications and Research

In this lyric essay/work of creative nonfiction (listed among “Notable Essays & Literary Nonfiction” in Best American Essays 2020), Seo-Young Chu uses poetry, autotheory, and creative nonfiction to explore the generational trauma/postmemory han she inherited from her parents and the importance of destigmatizing mental illness through dialogue.

"Woven Into The Deeps Of Life": Death, Redemption, And Memory In Bob Kaufman's Poetry, Peter Davis

Pomona Senior Theses

The scholars who have taken up the task of writing about Bob Kaufman have most often done so in response to a perceived demand: the lack of Kaufman scholarship, readership, anthology, publicity, canonization. The basis of this need is clear: Kaufman is almost never included as even a third-string Beat, a fringe Surrealist, or an underappreciated Jazz performer. To the committed readers of Kaufman – and almost all of his readers seem to be committed ones – it’s unforgivable. These various canons, major (mid-century American poets, Beat poets) and minor (Jazz poets, American Surrealists), are clearly missing one of their …

The Voices Of Life And Death In Shakespeare’S Narrative Poems, Jonathan Locke Hart

CLCWeb: Comparative Literature and Culture

The article “The Voices of Life and Death in Shakespeare’s Narrative Poems” uses Shakespeare’s dedications and Venus and Adonis and The Rape of Lucrece to discuss art and life, death and life, life-writing and death-writing. The relation between life and art, often framed in terms of mimesis, is fraught with difficulties, so that the connection between ethics and aesthetics is intricate. After briefly discussing the theoretical debate on mimesis, this article examines closely Shakespeare’s narrative poems, to discuss life and death as well as, to some extent, health, illness. The poems explore the themes of time, love, lust and death …