Poetry
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Dead Ahead
Doller’s facility with language, and his wheeling imagination, which pushes language into fresh directions, never ceases to delight the reader.
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“Eva” by Alison Stine
Only here would snow and low, pale / blossoms mix so easily, blowing foam / which tears at the window, then snuffs / itself out.
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“On Some Early Modern Artifacts” by Zach Savich
The line you know best / Represents sadness. / That is your birthline.
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Poetic Lives Online: Links by Brian Spears
Interesting conversation going on about a piece in the latest Poetry. Start here at Samizdat, then find further discussion at A Compulsive Reader, Exoskeleton (multiple posts–click around), and back to Samizdat. And since it started over an article written by…
