Poetry

Dominus

By ANGIE MACRI

Danger, as in strangers, men or women;
as in twisters at night when you couldn’t
see them coming; as in the machines
that made work so easy you forgot
to watch what you were doing,

Dominus
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Akoloute (Sequi Me)

By ELIZABETH L. HODGES

Tracing dusty footprints, you can be led
to fornix, to tombs, the circus and bars,
to my lupan, my cell, my earthen bed;
what waits is not secret—see what I are?
I’m not a barmaid, an actor or slave;
I’m not being cursed because I had sinned—
I’m earning my keep in this grisly trade.
For that I am traif, but come along in.
I’ll lead you to places you’ve never had;
to hell in a basket: one bloody as.

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Zoraida Burgos: Poems

By ZORAIDA BURGOS
Translated by PETER BUSH

 

OUR VERY OWN EQUILIBRIUM 
Wearily, but firmly, we twisted 
our feeble trunks 
around a stump 
alone but not sad amid other trees, 
entangled roots 
clinging till the last 
to our rough stony ground. 
We grow two shoots 
bringing hope to our landscape  
when a ruddy wing on the bare 
mountain horizon 
heralds a threatening wind downstream.  
Thoughtfully, carefully,   
we’ve been turning our mud, 
our clay, bare-fingered, 
with the strength of truth, 
of harsh truth dead reborn,
our hands tightly clasped.
And nothing, no wind, no clouds, no rain, no threats 
will shake  
the stump, clay or mud, and these shoots, 
for wearily, 
but firmly, 
we’ve made them our own.  

Zoraida Burgos: Poems
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Letter to Archilochus

By MAURA STANTON

              The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog
                         knows one big thing.
                                     —Archilochus, 680–645 BCE

Well, Archilochus, I guess your lyre
might help me mock, and maybe mourn, this loss—
today I broke the frosted Elvis glass
I bought at Graceland when the symposium
of poets toured the mansion.

Letter to Archilochus
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The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire

By MATTHEW TUCKNER

                                          Rome, New York
                                          after Austin Araujo

In my favorite picture of you, the hair blown across
your face, obscuring your face, it’s easy to make out,
deep in the distance, the hangers of the air force base
classified as a superfund site, a sprawling huddle
of buildings expanding out into the extent of the valley.

The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
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Prelude

By KWAME OPOKU-DUKU

Was it all simply adornment,
watching the rain fall from the sun, 
or the mourning dove that carried
the wallet-sized photo in its beak?
Looking back, it was true—
I had stopped seeing the beauty in it all,
living from moment to moment, 
looking to be granted some small sense 
of pleasure, as if by respite or charity.

Prelude
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In Montgomery County

By THEA MATTHEWS

 

                              Maryland, 2020

My partner wears the panopticon,
and I carry the rope. Hungry
for the rush, the chase, we locate
the missing black calf
about two-tenths of a mile
from East Silver Spring.
He’s wearing a long-sleeve
jersey T-shirt, navy blue jeans.

In Montgomery County
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