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When the Dove Flew Overhead

By Amy Newman Poetry

———————————————–it marked the edge of a circle, split into the raked sky a seam I thought I saw, and given the right atmosphere, would travel through. Do I believe? The sky was widened slightly, as it widens at the tip of threatened churches, and the spire rises higher so the deity is nearer, so can…

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Domestica

By Amy Newman Poetry

Luc Olivier Merson, 1897 When the deer appeared in the yard, I was slicing tomatoes for dinner, the knife ringing the plate with each slice, but the deer hear everything, so I stopped. The husband saw them too. It’s the end of summer, he said to me, in my head. We saw the female deer…

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A Chastisement of Deer

By Amy Newman Poetry

In the white of the yard the snow provides, they arrived, making form seem careless dream while they fed. From their sentences (like guides) I know they swung back hoof to front, to seem to letter selves through white in slow confessions. I want to know the faith they’re lurching toward. Something like faith in…

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Pantoum for Seven Words

By Amy Newman Poetry

Forgive them, for they don’t know what they do. Blood, veins, infinity, the garden, your words in metaphor: the whole story rises dark blue in the trees’ green burdens, drenched with voice. Blood, veins, infinity, the garden, your words all dissolve, like the story itself, to myth in the trees. Green burdens drenched with voice…

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Feeding On Light

By Amy Newman Book Review

Entering the House of Awe By Susanna Childress New Issues Poetry & Prose, 2011 The Ninety-Third Name of God By Anya Krugovoy Silver Louisiana State University Press, 2010 Sky Burial By Dana Levin Copper Canyon Press, 2011   IT’S CERTAIN there is no fine thing / Since Adam’s fall but needs much labouring,” writes Yeats…

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