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Poems from the Current Issue

Ego as Deduction (Agnes Martin Speaks)

Preacher

We Raise Our Hands for Mercy

The Rules

From This Broken Symmetry

The Ruined Saint

Monostich

Eve the Juggler

Sentimentalist

Étude for Disassembled Pump Organ

Poems from the Archive

Sometimes It’s Easy to Know What I Want


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It Began with the Beginning: Alopecia Areata


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Fire in Freedom


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The Shadow-Cross


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Orpheus in the Garden


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Bewilder


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Rumspringa


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I Said to God, “I’m Thinking of You”


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Manifest, by Reason of Birth


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How Do You Market Prayers?


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Nostalghia


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Four Poems


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The Lord Spoke to the Fish


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Harmonium


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Ex Nihilo


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Theodicy after City of God


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After Love


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Slaughterhouse Pond


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Blue Fig


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Further Notes on the Martyrs


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Art and the Covenant


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Goodbye


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Canticle of Want


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From The Book of Brothers


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Hymn


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Easter Pantoum


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In a Dream William Stafford Visits Me


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image of a well-lit forest of tall pine trees with no off-shoot branches in the background. In the center of the image is a dark pine with two hands clutching it - you see that man stands behind the pine and grips the tree like he's trying to hold on.

Common Prayer


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Saint Taciturn


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Saint Francis Appears at the Scene of an Accident, Then Joins the Murmuration


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Christmas Morning in a Hotel Room


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Our Heads against the Walls


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Half Like Them


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Blue Heron, Marlborough


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Cleft for Me Let Me Hide Myself from Thee


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Walking on Water in Venice


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Our Royalty


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I Stand and Knock


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Enormous Holdings


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When I Meet You


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Veiled Images at Passiontide


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God Reads the Poem of the World with Interest


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Plowboy’s Bible


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Cotton Mather Examines Four Children Afflicted by Witchcraft


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The Microbiome and the Boson


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A Song on Geronimo’s Grave


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Bird on Knee


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Paradise


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Ars Proverbium


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The Holy Fool Meets Himself on One of His Highways


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Between Prayer


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Spiritual Fallout


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Just Time


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How the Band Becomes One Body


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If I Decide to Pray Again It Won’t Be Words Strung in a Line


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George Herbert on the Road to Salisbury


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Irenology


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Reading Dan Beachy-Quick, Wonderful Investigations


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Ars Cantata


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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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