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Mouth by ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE

Scallop of the top lip crowned in points, full pout

of the lower lip, teeth even ivories, an aristocratic mouth.


Before alar and DDT and GMO's, she was a red stone

in a cling peach whose stem was an aromatic mouth.

16 February 2008 | poetry, ghazal

 

Butchery of the Human Heart by ANDREW MICHAEL ROBERTS

All fist and forearm,

apron-stained, I am nothing to you—

a scrap. A skin. Offal of lust.

I am giblets and gristle—

2 December 2004 | poetry

 

Visitations by MARK JACKLEY

You died in spring.

I go in fall,

not to the grave but


past the hog farm…

20 January 2007 | poetry, elegy

 

Pangur Ban by  ANONYMOUS

I and Pangur Ban my cat,

Tis a like task we are at:

Hunting mice is his delight,

Hunting words I sit all night.

3 July 2010 | poetry, classic

 

An Internal Chord by ROBERT GIBBONS

Watched the dark come on, landing on rooftops, the civility of apartment windows & streetlights emerging with it, accompanying it like some harmony, which could only be imagined, or painted, by a Whistler, say, as far away from Lowell as he could get…

20 August 2007 | poetry, prose poem

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