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  • The Poetry of Tamara Miles

    Claire Bateman / 0 Comments

    “Before a bulldozer came to flatten/the house, neighbors knew it would happen, looked/out from their late poker games and pool cues,/lifted bottles to the past, when we were/still alive, not quite in our…

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  • The Poetry of Angie Mazakis

    Claire Bateman / 0 Comments

    “When I began writing poems about my parents’ deaths, which happened three months apart, it was difficult to write anything. It was especially difficult to write grief poems and want them to be…

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  • The Excursions & Ephemerals of Poet John Lane

    Claire Bateman

    “The me that is me eats cheese and wishes there were more chocolate in the gorp. The you that is you fixes on the only point you cannot reach, a messy hike over…

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  • “‘Be Water,’ by Wendy McVicker”

    Claire Bateman

    “In the dispiriting wake of a dispiriting election season, I felt the only sustainable way forward would be to choose kindness and love—the soft power of water—not the obdurate hardness of anger and…

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  • The Poetry of Joshua Michael Stewart & Amy Pence

    Claire Bateman

    “My brother bought/ a dime bag and a revolver from a guy named Kool-Aid./ My mother was crowned a welfare queen, and drove/ a Cadillac assembled out of political mythology./ I smoked my…

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  • The Poetry of John Pursley III

    Claire Bateman

    “He went to the kitchen for water, for air, for the screws that tightened in his chest, & when he returned it was if she had diminished to a viceroy of herself, nothing…

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  • The Poetry of Jennifer Schomburg Kanke

    Claire Bateman

    “Bessie’s gone under the water,/baby held high in the air/hoping that someone will grab her./Safety was only a few streets away/when the boat capsized/into the flooded street./Men in the nearby john boats/quickly plucked…

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  • The Poetry of Wendy McVicker & Cathy Cultice Lentes

    Claire Bateman

    “I believe, oh yes! We will get there./We’ll row out from these islands/where we’re marooned, sorting shells/and scribbling notes to send/into the dark. We’ll gather/on that porch and lift our glasses/in a salute…

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  • The Poetry of James Engelhardt

    Claire Bateman

    “The game was simple:/get to the city center, harass the other boy’s soldiers./Like my brother and cousins, it was always boys,/but on this box a yellow chick, harried, flees,/and a young rabbit looks…

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  • The Poetry of Richard Allen Taylor

    Claire Bateman

    “Like my father and grandfather before me, I paint/these walls to the light of a torch usually held/by an apprentice, my son. Today, I wedge the torch/in a crevice as my boy crosses…

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