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Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Wednesday, July 10, 2013. Poem 35 Katrina Vandenberg. Oarlock, Oar (Y, W, V, U, F). Still I hail from smokestacks girders closed. Factories McClouth Steel’s poured slag turning the night. Sky and black river orange the tight typeface of houses. In River Rouge Wyandotte the steel and auto tribes. Tribe of the alphabet job shops the fathers who set. Metal lathes on screw machines to make in multiples. Out but in the letters embodyi...

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Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Wednesday, July 10, 2013. Poem 35 Katrina Vandenberg. Oarlock, Oar (Y, W, V, U, F). Still I hail from smokestacks girders closed. Factories McClouth Steel’s poured slag turning the night. Sky and black river orange the tight typeface of houses. In River Rouge Wyandotte the steel and auto tribes. Tribe of the alphabet job shops the fathers who set. Metal lathes on screw machines to make in multiples. Out but in the letters embodyi...

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Poem In A Box: March 2013

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Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Tuesday, March 19, 2013. Poem 31 Matt Rasmussen. The guy Dad sold your car to. Comes back to get his money,. Leaves the car. With filthy rags. We rub it down until it doesn’t shine. And wipe your blood into. The seams of the seat. Each snowflake stirs before. Lifting into the sky as I. Learn you won’t be dead. When the mess of your head. A bullet in your mouth. You spit it into Dad’s gun. Before arriving in the driveway. The fath...

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Poem In A Box: Poem 29 Carol Willette Bachofner

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Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Tuesday, September 11, 2012. Poem 29 Carol Willette Bachofner. Allow the year to end, clouds. Gusting in an ocean overhead. And the sun on its passage. To solstice, sinking near earth. Allow the thickets of winter. Shadows to cross the yard. And ivy to ascend chain link. Crimson as a neighbor’s light. Brazenly on and off. Allow loss. Allow the grinding traffic. Whatever its various ends. To stop unseen and the mice. It is a sort ...

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Poem In A Box: October 2012

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Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Tuesday, October 16, 2012. Poem 30 Patricia Kirkpatrick. WHITE TREES by Patricia Kirkpatrick. 8220;Hope is an ‘intuition of emptiness’ with which we make agreement…”. She went out to see. That night as black. And filled with snow. She went out to stay. How the night went on. The blizzard to its face. Vision against the coming. As if to pick up. White trees were filling with. Wow, this is a stunning poem. She went out to see.

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Poem In A Box: May 2013

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Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Sunday, May 12, 2013. By Gerard Manley Hopkins. Nothing is so beautiful as spring—. When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;. Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush. Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring. The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;. The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush. The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush. We expect a turn here at the ninth ...

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Poem In A Box: Poem 31 Matt Rasmussen

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Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Tuesday, March 19, 2013. Poem 31 Matt Rasmussen. The guy Dad sold your car to. Comes back to get his money,. Leaves the car. With filthy rags. We rub it down until it doesn’t shine. And wipe your blood into. The seams of the seat. Each snowflake stirs before. Lifting into the sky as I. Learn you won’t be dead. When the mess of your head. A bullet in your mouth. You spit it into Dad’s gun. Before arriving in the driveway. The fath...

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