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AN IRREGULAR ODE
Poetry

AN IRREGULAR ODE

AN IRREGULAR ODE Thirty days shy of forty,  on a rush-hour-crowded Coney-Island-bound F train,  I questioned the exact circumference of the sandy circle  in which the Children of Israel wandered for forty years. Forty years. Were desert environs so sundry as to provide a passable  facsimile of farther & farther? Of progress rather than round…
February 10, 20240Comments

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ARSENAL
Poetry

ARSENAL

ARSENAL  Yesterday was beautiful; today is thick & stagnant: hurricanes threaten communities from Kitty Hawk to Nantucket – all low-lying areas are evacuated.  I seek alternatives (routes & pathways previously discredited) & I understand the efficacy of Harriet Tubman’s oft-brandished pearl-handled pistol: you go on or you die, she promised, every wavering runaway slave committed to…
February 10, 20240Comments

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BIRDS ARE NOT THE ONLY MUSIC
Poetry

BIRDS ARE NOT THE ONLY MUSIC

BIRDS ARE NOT THE ONLY MUSIC  A name, if not heavy, still of a certain heft, but less jagged than affection: a suitable anchor for this good earth. Its freight & pestilence  (with promise’s promises intermixed): Josephine, Blondena, Ola-Bell, Herbert, Rufus. Borne in indefinite directions, all. ... Rangi McNeil is a native of Laurinburg, North…
February 9, 20240Comments

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