“Asphodel” by A.E. Stallings
(after the words of Penny Turner, Nymphaion, Greece) Our guide turned in her saddle, broke the spell: “You ride now through a field of asphodel, The flower that grows on the plains… Read More
“The War Correspondent Returns to his Neighborhood” by Ernest Hilbert
1. The War Correspondent Returns to His Neighborhood by Ernest Hilbert Summertime, I hear gunshots from the street. The windows of my narrow apartment Are open for lack of a working AC.… Read More
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“Thoughts upon Reading George Gissing’s New Grub Street” by Ernest Hilbert
Avoid creditors but court your editors. A lukewarm notice in the Times is like Heroin and sex combined, remember. Bring extra pens and aspirin for your tours, And scan the weekly lists… Read More
“White Noise” by Ernest Hilbert
The past does not fade, nor does it decline; It merely grows louder, slightly, tone by tone, Until its vast din is blank as silence. The grand chords boom on for some… Read More
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“At the Grave of Thomas Eakins, Late Winter” by Ernest Hilbert
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“A Sad Last Number for the Gentlemen at the Tavern” by Ernest Hilbert
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“Biglin Brothers Racing” by Ernest Hilbert
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“A Blessing” by James Wright
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“Names of Horses” by Donald Hall
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“The Ancient Sailor Leaves his Heartless Patrician Lover to Her Lyre” by Ernest Hilbert
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“The King Issues His Annual Report” by Ernest Hilbert
“I take full responsibility for what happened at Enron. But saying that, I know in my mind that I did nothing criminal.” – Kenneth Lay There are worlds I never planned to… Read More
“Two New Fish” by Joshua Mehigan
Inside the knotted plastic bag he tossed and caught in front of him the whole way home were two new fish. They seemed to him to bear a trademark not quite rare,… Read More
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“Photographs above the Desk (Amphisbaenics)” by Ernest Hilbert
In the photographs, stark portions of time Are stalled. The poets pose in snow, with pets, Gripping drinks, arching brows, playing the part. Possum, perched stiffly, can’t help but emit Grim rays… Read More
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