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Poetry

Carbon

By

Max Garland

You think the elements know the difference between the inanimate and us?

Poetry

150 Years Tall, Many Fathoms Deep

By

Margaret Rozga

See through these words, colors,movements, measures See firstgreen shoot, see roots taking hold

and up at the source, seefissure in the ground, seeclear cold water, a spring

Book Review

Seventy at Seventy: Poems, by Tom Montag

By

Kathy Dodd Miner

The very title of Tom Montag’s latest book of poetry started a Simon & Garfunkel song playing in my head. “How terribly strange to be seventy,” a 27-year-old Paul Simon wrote in “Old Friends” back in the late 1960s.

Poetry

Nineteen Forty-five

By

Jeri McCormick

I am lazing around, sharing my attic roomwith Cincinnati’s swelter and three more booksfrom the library—Girl of the Limberlost, Jo’s Boys,Dr. Doolittle—when the church bells begin to ring

Poetry

Morning's Detour

By

Mary Wehner

One would expect gracklesor crows, purple necks stretched outin the backstreet gloom, flutteringfrom dumpster to chain-link fence.

Poetry

Greyhound

By

Robert Russell

In what seems another lifetime,I drove a bus for Greyhound.Riders weren’t allowed to talk to the driver,and I couldn’t talk to them—company rules—and I wasn’t allowed to look at a map,

Poetry

Bathtub Baptism

By

Kayla Knaack

tires screech; mother sleepsblood seeps from my forehead gashbroken windshield glassthen blue and red lights flashacross my mother who can’t walk the lineslap on the cuffs; clipped wings of a dove

Book Review

In Light, Always Light, by Angela Trudell Vasquez

By

Mark Zimmermann

Spectral presences flit in and out of In Light, Always Light, Milwaukee poet Angela Trudell Vasquez’s first chapbook. Ghosts appear with purposeful messages, the voices of dead ancestors echo, and human remains float over a city.

Poetry

Woman at Pottery Shop Gift Wrapping a Teacup

By

Mark Zimmermann

—Hyogo-ken, June 1991

Poetry

Life in Motion

By

Dasha Kelly Hamilton

I see youTrying to snip yourselfFree from the clash of fabric patternsOutsize the outline of your fierceand stunning soulCoast be not oceanEdge be not your end

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