Month: September 2024

INVASION BY PAM CLEMENTS

The President appears in my dream attending the summer camp where I am a counselor, his all-too-well-known smirk intent over square knots lashings boondoggles. Under pine shade or pinyon he’s pouring powdered juice secure as an...

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TAPESTRY BY PAM CLEMENTS

Liz in a back yard sits on a stone bench; we watch her from inside a house. She is wearing An unfamiliar flowered flannel shirt, not her usual style. There are flowers all around her, birds and fruit in the trees, like the...

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FALLING BY PAULA GOLDMAN

There was a cornflower blue over the playground, I had never seen so pure and high. It brought a longing for a dress seen in a shop window long ago, for the first time. Where is that dress that moved me like that sky? Why do I...

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ODE TO MY FEET BY PAULA GOLDMAN

The body needs heeding carrying the mind on a journey across a bumpy horizon my feet unpainted calloused knuckle-toed boney thank you flippers in the cold ocean two salmon swimming upstream without a GPS thank you for taking me...

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A LOST PEARL BY PAULA GOLDMAN

If the coin in the slot won’t go in, the machine is full. If the quarter a magician pulls from behind my kid’s ear comes from his heart, I let him spend it on a Mars candy bar, and if the Trevi’s Fountain’s coins are the same as...

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AARON’S FLOWERING ROD BY PAULA GOLDMAN

The man whose rod sprouts will be the one I have chosen. Numbers 17:23   When I lay with you this morning, I felt the “Buds had opened, flowers had blossomed, and almonds already ripened, …..” on this snowy day. Life...

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RATHER WARM BY DAVID SAPP

Rather warm I’m certain You’d agree We’ve fiddled around For far too long Now everyone Watches Rome Everything everywhere Burning brightly Needlessly thoroughly And you and I We are all Nero Mindlessly plucking Strumming humming...

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RELENTLESS REPETITION BY DAVID SAPP

Sons of Abraham Again again A requisite revenge Relentless repetition Boys sling stones Bullets as men Tanks roll again Rockets’ red glare Bombs bursting in air All we comprehend Misplaced righteousness Insignificant differences...

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TINY WINDOWS BY DAVID SAPP

Down Smokey Road Deep in the holler Edge of the woods A plain white house At first glance An ordinary dwelling But with unusually Tiny windows Brandishes strident Political preferences From its porch Flags and signage Nailed to...

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WE WERE GIRLS TOGETHER BY OLIVIA KWON

You are standing halfway on the sunroof, your bare legs scattering grains of sand and fragments of seashells onto my floorboards, each granule a glistening atom of a comet shifting under the pressure of my careless steps. June...

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