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THE PEDDLER Howard Altmann What shadow follows me across the ocean, ebbing and flowing beneath the gentle waves of this old branch, her insistent tangled roots dislodging slabs of...
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POETRY KYIV Howard Altmann I don’t believe in poetry the poet said to the plant trying to be a tree in the rubble of the city. I believe in your assembly the poet said to the sticks...
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POETRY LOCKDOWN Howard Altmann In the residue that is the world’s we scrub for meaning, oceans of knowledge undulating to a wave, reading rereading the sand, white foam at peak and...
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