"Jacob rides the sun at noon when shadows shrink
at night astride a pointed moon
in purples and in pinks
in green coolness
between grass and leafy trees"
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From "Skateboarding the Oceans" by Tim Rogers
"three heavily footnoted
pages in the 1999 critical text of the Anthology by Johannes Stobaeus edited by Kurt
Wachsmuth and Otto Hense for the German publisher Weidmann."
From "Poet's Note on the Delphic Sonnets" by Jordi Alonso
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"I can only tell you what I feel: no hunger,
no thirst, no sense that I will disappear
like a vapor tank venting to atmosphere."
From "On The Line" by Trapper Markelz
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"We didn’t mean to cause a stir. All we wanted was a home, close to the beach, close to the kids’ school, with character and a yard."
From "We Can’t Eat Grass" by Melissa Gopp-Warner
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"The willow warbler launches his high soprano, then plummets
down the scales until his music fizzles out."
From "NOON CHORUS" by Michael Durack
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"Bat memories are apricot scented and beat like hooves.
The Christened bat stinks of rusk and milk"
From "We’re Family" by Ava Patel
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"thin mud from snow melt
thaw line deepens in sunlight
matted grasses stand"
From "Five from the Allegheny Plateau" by Mark Holian
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"How deep and down
do we go into dark to find, to pin
together the good of our world."
From "Stepping into Still Water" by Maxi Wardcantori
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"Statistically, Desert Marigold,
neither you nor I are here at all.
We are that improbable."
From "Desert Marigold in Your Short Season" by Robin Scofield
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"Walking over shimmering sidewalks,
passing faces lit from within,
I arrived at a meeting covered in sweat"
From "Steps" by Michael Simms
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"I can’t stop thinking about that hummingbird
searching the glass. I don’t know if that just happens
sometimes, a random mishap"
From "Miracles" by Mistee St. Clair
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"Into the blue bruise held captive
by cracking grey sacks above a
gull’s hysterical laughter shrieks."
From "Varicose Veins" by Judith Borenin
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