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Poems from the Current Issue

Feast Days

By Alison Pelegrin

The Years Were Patient with Me

By Jeanne Murray Walker

Ex Nihilo

By Bruce Bond

The Border

By Bruce Bond

Egypt's Grief

By Farouk Goweda

Entreaty

By Joseph J. Capista

Blue Heron, Marlborough

By G. C. Waldrep

Harmonium

By Jason Gray

Doubt at Easter

By Jason Gray

[We have nothing...]

By Dimitri Psurtsev

[My brain is like a millstone]

By Dimitri Psurtsev

Saint Taciturn

By Robert Avery

Woodpile

By Robert Avery

Poems from the Archive

The Music before the Music


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Fist


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it is dusk: we see water, deep maroon with black shadows crested on the underside of shelled waves,. a boat lit up with gold lights and steaming smoke into the mauve-dusky sky casts bands of gold and glittering lights on the path of the water, leaves a dark shadow behind it. the shore is a black band of shadows.

Passage


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Prayer at Evening


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At the Amphitheatrum Flavium


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black and white image looking upwards at overlapping tree branches, all spun in a circle because of the lens, so seen in blurs and dots of spinning round light.

Orbit


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Discipleship Training in Kailua Kona


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Evolution


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Four Poems


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Caritas


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Manual for the Would-Be Saint


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In Cutaway


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Camp Meeting


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Cleft for Me Let Me Hide Myself from Thee


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Cloudless


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Middle Distance, Morning


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A Bridge to Job


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two pink roses, one in the front that is blurry, one in the foreground that is in focus, pop their heads out of thick green leaves and shoots that sprout into a milky sky and foreground of trees.

Hens and Chicks


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Further Notes on the Martyrs


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After Love


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Smokers, Sunday Morning, 1975


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Disciple’s Song


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Onesimus


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The Language of Flannelgraph


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God Reads the Poem of the World with Interest


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Salt Wife


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Nostalghia


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The Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse


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Sunday: Day of Rest


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I Said to God, “I’m Thinking of You”


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Into the Chambres of Dora Maar


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In a Dream William Stafford Visits Me


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And Yet another Page and Yet


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Elegy for a Microbe Hunter


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After Hearing That a Friend Visiting Israel for the First Time Asked Her Private Tour Guide, “Where Is the Garden of Eden?”


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The Shadow-Cross


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Apocalypse Love


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Pontius Pilate Fugue


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Last Judgment in Ferrara


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Translation Back Into Native Tongues


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Foundations of a Marvelous Science


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And I Will Look for You in Fields of Poppies


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Half Like Them


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Image

Appeal to the Self


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Topographies of Easter


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Articulation


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The Manifestation


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Love’s Last


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Manifest, by Reason of Birth


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Christ in São Paulo


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Impractical Part


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When I Meet You


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Some Small Bone


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Glosa


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The Good Samaritan Speaks


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Tuesday: Rhubarb, Lattice Crust


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Fishguard Harbour  


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Daybreak, Winter


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a woman in a yellow rainjacket walks away from the camera, a dog by her side. one of her feet is raised in movement. to her left is thick bramble and wheat and a large tree, illuminated by a hazy glow of sun. it looks like it just rained, the atmosphere is gauzy.

Taking the Byzantine Path to Monastiri Aghiou Ioannou


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Doubt at Easter


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Original Sin Man


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My Mother’s Visit


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Ya-Quddus


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Houghton Lake


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Doubt at Easter


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The Man in the Next Pew


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Love’s Last


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image of a large pinkish wave or spray of water crashing over a dark green rock. the image is full of the water's spray, like a thick haze you can feel.

Hesiod on Bushfire


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a woman in a yellow rainjacket walks away from the camera, a dog by her side. one of her feet is raised in movement. to her left is thick bramble and wheat and a large tree, illuminated by a hazy glow of sun. it looks like it just rained, the atmosphere is gauzy.

Taking the Byzantine Path to Monastiri Aghiou Ioannou


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Salt Wife


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More Strange


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Lent: Deformed Pussy Willow


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Sometimes I Am Permitted


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golden squiggly soft moss shimmering in a haze of orange near the top of the frame, in a dark vignette

Molest the Dead


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The Lord Spoke to the Fish


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Prayer


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[Today, having swigged a half-liter]


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Furta Sacra


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abstract image of a close up of a glass filled with red liquid, in front of a background that is blurry and makes a natural gradient: white at the top, a thick band of emerald green, a thin band of lighter green, an even thinner but darker band of green, and then a white strip again that is faded into.

Happiness


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God Reads the Poem of the World with Interest


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Creed in the Santa Ana Winds


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The Death of Barabbas


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Glowworm


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Caldey


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Stupid Praise


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My Father at Eleven Years


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Hail, Spirit


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Self-Portrait as a Lighthouse


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Labyrinth, Chartres


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Temple Gaudete


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John Wesley, After Field Preaching


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Late Easter, Spring Come Lately


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Canticle of the Penitent Magdalene


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Just Time


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On Saturday Night My Brother and I Go to the Auction


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A Song on Geronimo’s Grave


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Hirudo Medicinalis


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Sharing a Painting


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William Eggleston


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Image of a house in the dead of night. The house sits in the lower left half of the frame and looks like a cut-out from black paper, lit up only by purple light coming from the windows and doors. To the left is an enormous tree shrouded in shadows. A low cloud hangs near the right side sky of the frame. Above the house is a vast sweep of stars on the gray sky.

Domus


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Image of two dark green chairs in shadows on opposite sides of a window that is casting golden light throw yellow shutters.

Twins


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Deus Ex Machina


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Image

Bewilder


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Image

Venetian Villanelle


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Scout’s Honor


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Magdalen


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The Madman’s Prayer


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it is dusk: we see water, deep maroon with black shadows crested on the underside of shelled waves,. a boat lit up with gold lights and steaming smoke into the mauve-dusky sky casts bands of gold and glittering lights on the path of the water, leaves a dark shadow behind it. the shore is a black band of shadows.

Passage


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Hymn


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The Present


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How Do You Market Prayers?


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One Morning


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Backyard Apotheosis


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Shortnin’ Bread


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Translation Back Into Native Tongues


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Ars Poetica: Baptismal Story


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New Year, Good Work


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Pont des Arts


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Cleft for Me Let Me Hide Myself from Thee


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Yam Kinneret: The Harp Music


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