Poetry

Near Murrell’s Inlet

By MORRI CREECH

The flatteries of the surf conspire to make
a stammering innuendo in the reeds.
The sun, splintered by the spume’s refractions,
sinks toward the west where it will disappear
in a violet streak above the evening dunes,
like mind considering the defeat of mind.
A cormorant in the distance breaks the surface
to wrestle a mullet from the sullen depths
farther below which no light penetrates.

Near Murrell’s Inlet
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Closure?

By CHRISTOPHER SPAIDE

Close your trap. Everyone you’ve ever lost lost
everything. Life’s closed. It’s not even close. At least

they aren’t distant. As if a stiff flick to existence

flung them unfetchably far to the shadiest suburbs
of substance, where no wintry entropy disturbs

Closure?
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Matryoshka in Odessa

By DIANE THIEL 

When I started out, it was mostly about the adventure, 
following Ivan and the firebird, heading into history
across the Black Sea, climbing the Odessa steps
through the resistance, then the suppression
which fed yet another resistance, following 
Pushkin through the tangle of fairy tales 

Matryoshka in Odessa
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