Late December, Alone in a Field
Winter, I am walking alone. This place is bare but for the fence posts. Gray, splintered wood, a smooth texture …
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A Poem Written While Circling the Runway
Outside the great thundering cathedrals of concrete and tarmac, the jets graze on taxiways. They linger, spent by the silence …
Flood Warning
Northfield, Minnesota, a flood warning issued at 3 a.m. comes too late for her. Caught on the wrong side of …
Martin Espada
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In the Morning
I will be a poor man in the morning. Let the sun lay feathers on my face on my scarred …
A NIGHT IN HONGKONG
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Dark & Sparkling Night is always Boundaryless. Visual Image in Gouache, Water Color, Mineral Color &…
Cell Walls
My life is a broken vessel I am undone. I take in these unbelievable words captured, stripped by fluorescent light. …
Protected: Minneapolis Stories
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Another Lonely Paradise
To see the snake there I am amazed I do not have to kneel on the wet ground. If a …
James Wright : The Poetry Foundation
James Wright : The Poetry Foundation. Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio BY JAMES WRIGHT In the Shreve High football stadium, …
Poetry on the run 