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December 26, 2020 · 6 Comments

Leslie McGrath: Baby Hippos, the Rain & Other People’s Pain

There are worse ways to waste time
than watching videos of baby hippos…

April 22, 2020 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: The Death of Dogs

In the middle of the night when he thinks
I’m asleep, Bill will weep without sound
shaking the bed like a curse at God

January 15, 2020 · 12 Comments

Sally Bliumis-Dunn: Work

The father sanded the gunwales,the boy coiled the lines.
And I admired them there, each to his task
in the quiet of the long familiar.

December 30, 2019 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: Bedding Down

Our annual animal shaped day by dayas the world shifts and shifts again O the plushchestnut coatsoft mouthfor carryingthe newyear in O skinnytail tappingbashfullycirclinginto sleep. Copyright 2018 Leslie McGrath

December 31, 2018 · 1 Comment

Leslie McGrath: Bitterness in the Mouth

When did the word for stranger and bitterness in the mouth come to mean a kind of audacity? I’ve seen in some men a distinctly American gall– they glide over … Continue reading

October 30, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: Litany

Each day’s a train bound for Calgary, St. Paul, Santa Fe, its flickering windows a foreign film. The doors will never open. But the tracks will beckon. You’ll lay your … Continue reading

October 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: An Insight

Your heart’s just fine
From an etherized twilight
I hear myself disagree, I don’t think so

September 30, 2017 · 4 Comments

Leslie McGrath: Her Dementia

I walk the earth and have forgotten
which memory’s mine and which is not
and who was she I used to be.

September 20, 2017 · 3 Comments

Leslie McGrath: Surge/Wick/Raze

1. Surge Under the strobes mounted on their camoed Jeeps National Guardsmen seem to wobble as they check my ID before waving me into the dark. This is not my … Continue reading

September 12, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: Late Summer Afternoon with a Friend

There were husk cherries that looked like jack o’ lanterned tomatillos, tomatillos as black as plums, and from the rafters hung dozens of bunched heads of garlic still covered with the dirt they grew in.

September 2, 2017 · 2 Comments

Leslie McGrath: Luna Moth

I last saw one decades ago. There were nine or ten that July night moon-green and big as dinner plates some affixed to the doorscreen, others hovering like slow applause … Continue reading

July 24, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: At a Roadside Stand in Salem, CT

I bought a half-peck of Macouns and a pumpkin whoopie pie big as a pumpkin   I’d pulled in for a closer look at the crowd in the parking lot— … Continue reading

July 6, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: Mumblety Peg

And when the truth about the emperor’s clothes was revealed
the crowd convulsing with laughter at his flaccid gullibility

June 9, 2017 · Leave a comment

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