POETRY TRANSFIGURE John Moessner Soda cans and jump ropes decorate the patchy grass on the first warm day of spring. Two girls run with arms spread to catch the wind in soap-loaded...
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FLOWERS FOR GWEN John Moessner A painted vase sits in the darkness of a day done. A single iris lengthens above a bed of peonies, their brimming shapes fill the room with a quiet...
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POETRY SUPERPOSITION OF GRIEF John Moessner Your father is stuck in the past, an oxbow lake left behind in the curve of time’s waste. Your grief is anchored to his death, a line of...
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RODIN’S ‘ADAM’ …the tragic pleasure of admiration. Rodin John Moessner He emerges from that stone womb stumbling, yet still, with rocky sleep in his eyes, a lingering curl in the toes....
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