By Shane McCrae
I see visions in my head of Heaven
I see what I’m pretty sure is Heaven
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By Tyree Daye
The fields of Rolesville belong to my kinfolk, dead and alive.
By Gabrielle Bates
Bile-colored flutes survive along bog rock,red-veined with a fine fuzz: canebrake pitchers hooded against the good rain.
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By David Mason
This month's poster features a poem from David Mason. It appeared in our Spring 2013 issue on The Business of Literature. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
By Victoria Chang
This month's poster features a poem from Victoria Chang. It appeared in our Fall 2012 issue on The Female Conscience. To download a high-resolution PDF of this image, click here.
By William Baer
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