Tag: Four Poems
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FOUR POEMS by Tommye Blount
BAREBACK AUBADE WITH THE DOG Thicker than its master’s thigh, I saw that dog gnawing its leash— and didn’t I know better? Knowing my fear
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FOUR POEMS by Christopher Kempf
SLEDDING AT HARDING MEMORIAL It was how humans, the future will say, entertained themselves those last centuries winter existed. Cribs of dogwood racked in the side yard. Jarred fruit. Fat in our snowsuits, my sister & I climbed the huge steps & pressed our faces to the gate’s wrought bars.