Tag Archive: prose poetry

Gary Young

3 untitled   The porch light throws shadows on the far side of the canyon. The pickets and posts of the railing cast the bars of an enormous cage, and I can see a giant—dark, featureless—pace between the redwoods and…
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Tom Whalen

Hero Every hero the writer must approach only approximately. The eyes, for example, must resemble Roman candles, like the eyes of the actors in Wilhelm Meister arriving at night in freight wagons before the castle of a count, as noted…
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Meg Pokrass

Where I Found Him Way up in Alaska I found the man who loved me. He could no longer move his feet. I found him half-dead, staring up at the sky, looking for a helicopter. He turned his head and…
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Jeff Friedman

Strip Poker My lover shuffles the deck, fanning the cards into a bridge. The cards arc like a rainbow, then fly wildly through the air like fish hurling out of the water into the mouths of bottled-nosed dolphins that leap…
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Kelli Russell Agodon

Overcrowded With Ghosts My nights are packed with mourning—barn swallow in the closet, fishhook attached to its beak. I once had a sister named Hazard, we daydreamed about orchids, I washed the blood out of her hair. My nights are…
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