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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Robert Walicki: Two Poems

I’m stumbling out of the dark and back down again,
winding out of the rutted valleys of the Mon,
ass crack of the world and broken roads…

August 25, 2020 · 7 Comments

Robert Walicki: Storm

It’s 40 degrees, and windy enough to lift us
off the edge of the earth, and this hospital roof,

where we drop the heads of metal snakes down stacks,
next to exhaust vents carrying the breath of the dying

March 26, 2020 · 4 Comments

Kristofer Collins: A Poem for Michael Wurster

The only connection I felt to the mills
was to the children of a generation of flayed men
on unemployment, the storefronts boarded…

November 7, 2019 · Leave a comment

Robert Walicki: If a Tree Falls

A tree falls does anyone care if it makes it into this poem? A poem bone deep and raw, broken into bark and hanging on to the edge of a … Continue reading

February 21, 2019 · 1 Comment

Robert Walicki: Wet

Into those warm, wet fields again and again, where we came, pulled by the blur of light, after the last soccer game in the July dark,   we walked off … Continue reading

October 9, 2018 · Leave a comment

Robert Walicki: Afraid

You were afraid they could tell by looking you were that kind of man, because of the dead   deer who dove into the front end of your truck head … Continue reading

February 28, 2017 · 5 Comments

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