POETRY THERE AND HERE Marjorie Power I fall from my own hands. —A. Molotkov I had a father who had no guns. Nor did he use the word guns. Each autumn he’d tell me, Don’t play in the...
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POETRY COEXISTENCE Marjorie Power A philodendron comes on like a lamp as late winter sun turns a corner of this house. Such deep light! Some of it must begin inside the leaves. Across the...
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