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"When one is seen gliding through the woods and close to the observer, it passes like a thought, and…
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- PoemBy Erin Marie LynchAll the while the dog was dying.
I didn’t know. His little heaps
of yellow vomit. Damp spots
where he’d slept. I didn’t know
what it meant until meaning
sat still enough for me to see
nothing else. Then a man put
in my hand a pamphlet... - PoemBy Nathan HoksIt's confusing, after eating so much cauliflower
From the serving tray, to find oneself alone
Like this, a cutout on the cutting board long after
The blade has dropped. Whatever is useful
In the cruciferous digestive experience will lodge
Somewhere in the psyche's cluttered nest
So... - PoemBy Katie HartsockMid-morning, a girl and dog attend the woods,
the lilies of the valley just shy thin shoots.
The Boy Scouts' flying squirrel huts are crooked
after last night's storm, and the woody vines tangled loops,
depending. Girl palms the oak she calls half hers,
two... - PoemBy Tina Mozelle BrazielThree hundred twenty is the number
of frogs I’ve raised
and released during the pandemic.
Yes, I’m trying to impress you,
but I don’t count the dead.
The ones the hunter drove over.
The... - PoemBy Derek SheffieldLast patches of snow all but gone and first
wildflowers flecking the lawn, I walked out
to the shed and pulled open the door
with a woody squeak, and there, rising from the dirt floor,
surrounded by a dusty clutter of tools,
a little mountain,... - PoemBy Jennifer L. KnoxAbby hates car rides. All buck and thrash,
her gray swayback swells and her limbs
flail like drumsticks when we lift her
("One, two, three!") into the backseat.
Hey, if I'd spent ten years in a... - PoemBy Betsy FrancoSend to: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
When writing friends an email
I sometimes &p*&%^$#
have a fit
if Mitchell walks across the keys
k:j^$% and adds a note
vpq#peifgu3gy ... - PoemBy Talvikki AnselOn the buffy-tan painted house sides
there’s a hornets’ nest we let grow, huge
domed head, anchored crown, helmet of paper
folded and striated like metamorphic rock,
ashy layers increased by each returning hornet,
chewed wood pulp, saliva, soft tree branches
masticated, first a papier-mâché bulb,
phallic... - PoemBy Martin DyarOn the phone, when the vet who was waylaid
sounded stunned by what Burke had just described,
and reasoned that the mare was getting worse,
Burke, although at first sorely grief-winded,
found within himself another cup of poise,
downed it quick, and then, as recommended,
brought... - PoemBy Duane NiatumI.
Stars among
corn fields
above fences
the crows
line like
darkness points,
spread over the earth
like tea leaves
in a cup;
the sky
without a cloud
braid breaks
the spell
of people
stepping from a church
smaller than
a sunbeam
at sunrise
or sunset.
II.
Not free,
an inside color
or outside color,
I sit
on the cottage
steps and purr,
a tomcat
home to
die for
the... - PoemBy Patricia Jabbeh Wesley"Mom, you wouldn't let me adopt a dog in my dream,"
my daughter tells me. "Really? Go back to your
dream, my child, and adopt that dog," I say.
Tend to it, humor it, take it to the vet, clip its toenails.
Give it... - PoemBy Paisley RekdalSo after M died, she turned
to the dog. His copper eyes, the sinewy
haunch muscles. The way he perched
by the door of M's study as if
sensing the body he missed
behind it. Something she would not
let herself feel, dry-eyed
at the funeral, refusing... - PoemBy Clodagh Beresford DunneRemember your neighbor who mistook a wolf for a dog?
He rescued a pup from a storm not realizing it was a whelp.
His trust in the pup was limited because of its strange eyes.
The man paddocked off his garden and locked... - PoemBy Dorothy ChanMy mother warns me not to blow-dry my hair
too hard, turning it from black to rust, and
I must wear my black hair proudly. Black,
the color of clothing my grandmother hates,
because... - PoemBy Cynthia HuntingtonIs shut out on a balcony above the street.
He is a prisoner among us, crying
The awful boredom of observation, the unending
Hours of afternoon empty to a creature
Of smell and chase. His poor eyes see shadows
Pass below; they are unsatisfactory.
Voices come... - PoemBy Connie WanekHe came home from middle school
with a wet kitten tucked inside
his black leather jacket.
He'd found it shivering in the tall grass
flattened by rain.
It could only belong to him
for fifteen minutes
and it understood that, I think.
Though just a few weeks old,
already... - PoemBy Matthew Zapruderaway from joy
you walk a little
missing a tooth
discussing famous
black dogs
on the dead
chests of lovers
I just finally
heard
that unnoticed
silence
of never having
one again
it’s been with me
all my life
I saw mine
named after
a god
his body laid
out on the lawn
brown fur
dried blood
yes it’s wise pathos
this want... - PoemBy Kenneth LeeI sit with my thermos of coffee on the mall:
a mile-long promenade, arcades of elms
flanking a generous aliquot of benches.
But at this early hour it starts to dawn:
I am the only one without a dog.
So, a witness to an ancient... - PoemBy Julian Talamantez Brolaskii had scarcely got acquainted
when they took me by the paw & made me even-minded
nor did i mind
i had exactly enough window
i had exactly enough to get started
wine makes a person weak
that is not to say that wine is not...