POETRY WATCHING GRASS Gary Stein We seed and cull, wet and till, lay down lime and peat to grow what no one eats but cattle we can’t own but buy in parts. One works hard to green the...
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VOTIVE CANDLES Gary Stein 1. In every bishop’s cathedral just before the nave racks of sparkly flames in little glass cubes defy the cold darkness lit by believers in need of...
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ADAM’S LAMENT Gary Stein Like many fathers God had no patience for infants. So he made us older but naïve. We never needed to crawl, bruise bone on stone or feel the sting of his rod. We...
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POETRY DISAPPOINTING OUR FATHERS Gary Stein When I announced my leaving to study poetry you said, fine, but remember you can’t eat words. Maybe you expected me to live on your diet of...
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