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Elise Paschen
My Father's Gun; Stealing Print Pages:  Page 94 from Issue 95 TRIQUARTERLY Two Poems Elise Paschen My Father's Gun My mother never guessed I was her witness the afternoon she emptied out ... then place it back, her wedding stone refracting. Waking at night to find my door outlined by light, I made ...
Wayne Koestenbaum
Stanzas in My 39th Year Print Pages:  Page 215 from Issue 106 Stanzas in My 39th Year Wayne Koestenbaum Why I Want X in My 39th Year I used to be pretentious; then I grew simplistic. Should I devote ... escaped) that almost saved my life. I love concentrating, hugging a periphery or a hole: I wish I could ...
Arthur Rimbaud
My boheme Print Pages:  Page 194 from Issue 12 TWO POEMS BY ARTHUR RIMBAUD translated by Mark Malkas And I'd go on, hands in my broken jeans; My slicker, too, was turning grand; Out under heaven I'd go, Muse! your faithful hand; My stars! such lovely loves were all my dreams, My sole ...
Watching my Great-Uncle Shave, Johnstown, Pennsylvania, circa 1954 All memory revolves in fragments, my good doctor says, and the memories begun in trauma are the most shattered, like a white dinner ... and not quite light out yet, my father carried me to the door and then set me down. I was almost five years old, ...
David Hernandez
What a Little Charisma Can Do; Portrait of My Father Slapping His Ear Print Pages:  Page 154 from ... his head. More people accelerated than he would've liked so he came up with: Lost my job, my home, my snugglebug. That failed as well, as did: Honk if you're housing cobwebs inside your ...
Lauren Watel
Cast Out; Late Afternoon, Fort Greene; My Love, I Am Here; Addict Print Pages:  Page 102 from ... touch my face, my hair and I stare, seething in discontent, at people holding hands and I dare to take ... underground, you let go of my hand, you say "I love you" like a lament, you hurry ...
John Daniel
My Wife Who is American Print Pages:  Page 258 from Issue 21 JOHN DANIEL My wife who is American My wife, who is American, will, when she is over-charged for ice-cream, speculate on the Inferiority ... my head and say yes. Watch Formerly the individual work of a Nuremberg artificer THE WATCH has been ...
Jill Bialosky
My Groom Print Pages:  Page 165 from Issue 98 My Groom Jill Bialosky It was almost religious, watching my groom carry out his ritual: filling the pails with water, coffee can with dried com and oats ... the horses down, the flies everywhere, my groom, his long arms taut under his T-shirt as he carefully brushed ...
The Last Time I Saw My Father in Prison I was dressed in red, as if for Christmas. A child like ... of this memory: my face folded into my mother’s floral skirt. But I was a daring child, I let my father pick me up ... Koester Wednesday, July 15, 2020 Poetry Web Share Tweet ...
Attila Jozsef
Behold I have found my land… Print Pages:  Page from Issue 9 translated by VerI10n Watkins ATTILA JOZSEF • Behold I have found Iny land... Behold, I have found my land, the country Where my name's cut without a fault By him who is to bury me, If he was bred to dig my vault. Earth gapes: I drop ...

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