MIGRATIONS Routes take shape as flight takes root, and lines of geese, miming tide look more like unbound scripture, the past that comes to pass. With clocks turned back, sky spells out...
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Two Poems by Barry Sternlieb BEACH TOTEM On borrowed time, it stands for all you have left behind, something nameless in the name of the washed-up, the lapsed and forgotten, remnants joined to...
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QUILT Here is a geography with no place for distance, a love that seams complete in the scheme of purpose, a declaration of dependence between mother and daughter, embedded in cloth, sensed from...
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Poetry Mayflies As an ancient breed of darkness from the creek suddenly swirls into long maple light, they ignore the change and mate on the wing filling the sky like revelation blind...
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