Curator’s note:  Carl Sandburg said, “a poem is like an echo asking a shadow to dance.” I think this is a such a wonderful description of what I do as a poet:  listen to the echoes, see the shadows in everyday life and from the past, then fuse these to make what I hope is poetic music.  It’s that process that makes hours spent writing melt away.  I love the fact that I’m so often surprised as to where my poems take me.

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JOSEPH ZACCARDI

November 27, 2010

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DEFIANCE

When writing about the wants of the heart

and the defects of the mind, words often confuse

the end of one day with the beginning of another.

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ANN ROBINSON

November 27, 2010

KINGDOM OF JACKRABBITS

Chapter Two

It was 1910. At fifteen, he was in love with a white girl,  dark haired, beautiful in the trashy section of Gould, Arkansas, four blocks down from where he lived.  She had pale hair and was tall and slender like something from a field. Read the rest of this entry »

RICHARD CRUWYS BROWN

November 27, 2010

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Ricky’s Visit

Sorry this and sorry that
he stands out there
on the stoop
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MELANIE STOFF MAIER

November 27, 2010

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Flying Low, D.C., 2009

I have Mother’s Day lunch at the Hay Adams
in a pastel room filled with light.
Outside the White House roses line the iron fence.
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November 18, 2010

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