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Poetry

Stormy Weather

By Paula Bohince

Fall 2019

How a fuchsia blouse becomes
bougainvillea, or
a pair of greyhounds staggers
into abstraction, zigzag

Small Traveler

By Kyle Dargan

Fall 2019

This is not my making any ecstatic,

sleep-deprived screed

Asian Pear Madrigal

By Lisa Russ Spaar

Fall 2019

The blushed syllable it wore
with its whole body,
tawny rose-hip orb
of antique origin,

Bill Evansesque Madrigal

By Lisa Russ Spaar

Fall 2019

Quartal voicings, the alcohols.
Swallows in a martini sky, jigsawed

Box Turtle Madrigal

By Lisa Russ Spaar

Fall 2019

Early mystery,
out of what century

Falling Stars Madrigal

By Lisa Russ Spaar

Fall 2019

Famously late, light reaches us
eons past its own extinction,

Magnolia Cone Madrigal

By Lisa Russ Spaar

Fall 2019

Primitive angiosperm, genus
prior even to bees,

You Better Think Madrigal

By Lisa Russ Spaar

Fall 2019

“Think,” Aretha Franklin and Ted White, Aretha Now, Atlantic, 1968

I Gave My Love a Story

By Tess Taylor

Fall 2019

Now it is night again, child on my chest.
I croon & my song drifts you toward rest.

Easter, the American Church in Paris

By Paula Bohince

Fall 2019

Very cold, like in a forest’s clearing, shadowed by grayboulders. Very cold, and the pipe organan enormous paternal tree, bleeding sap. The eye climbs and crossesand climbs again to take it in. The stainedglass casts gems onto the stone floor [...]

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