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Poems from the Current Issue

Four Sonnets for Monica Hand

Ægis

Jay

Take These Words

Ego as Deduction (Agnes Martin Speaks)

Preacher

We Raise Our Hands for Mercy

The Rules

From This Broken Symmetry

The Ruined Saint

Poems from the Archive

Lenten Complaint


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A Shroud for All Time


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Easter Pantoum


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At Chinese Harbor


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[A soft, slow smell rises up]


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Magdalen


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Tobacco, Psalms, and Bloodletting


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Sharing a Painting


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Tabernacle


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Bird on Knee


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Midrash


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Topographies of Easter


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Uncomfortable Things


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Holding Away the Dark


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El Cristo de Piedra


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Bishop (of robes)


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The Age of Loss


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Between Prayer


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Creed in the Santa Ana Winds


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Rothko


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A Christmas Story


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On Saturday Night My Brother and I Go to the Auction


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Little Black Song of Too Much Happiness


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Half Like Them


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Goodbye


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Ash Wednesday, Unshowered


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Lacrimae Rerum


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After Love


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The Moss Method


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Being the Song


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A Small Psalter


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Altricial


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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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Canticle of the Penitent Magdalene


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Island as the End of the World


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A Photograph from the Hubble Telescope


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Mary


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Glowworm


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The Preacher Addresses the Seminarians


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Lent


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Mixed Company


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The Concord of the Strings


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This Orange That


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Cellar Door


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Angel Crying


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Psalm Ghazal I & II


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The Ordinary Time


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Repetition Compulsion


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hydrangea


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The Reflection


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The Wasp on Kierkegaard


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[We have nothing…]


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image of dark glossy water with bright yellowy-green lily-pads floating on the top. some of them are partially submerged and you can see their murky shapes and light in the dark ash color of the water.

No Path


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Sometimes It’s Easy to Know What I Want


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On Lazarus, Weeks before Her Death


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Blood Blessing


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After


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From The Book of Brothers


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Trinity


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full frame black and white photo of an old forest. and a pathway or small clearing through the trees. the trees are sturdy and tall and stand in straight lines, the merest hints of branches only visible at the top of the frame. the entire image is diffused with light that weaves through the trees and settles on the land like perfume.

They Went On and On…


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