Black Woods
Kevin Prufer

Do you know where our child has gone?
I’m sorry. Do you know what has become
of him? I’m sorry. [        .] Is he hiding
in a closet? No. Is he crouched among
the shoes? No. [        .] Should we look
in the closets? He’s not in the closets. [        .]
Should we check the empty boxes? He’s not
in the empty boxes. It’s ( Read more... )

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Robert Winner

Surviving in its fragile skin,
a white egret rises
from the gulf of its strength.
I want the lightest needle of a pine
to fall on my hand,
a pine with ravaged limbs.

I'd stare through salt-blind eyes
at a remote fragile sea. I'd roar.
I'd make the skeleton of grief.
I'd roar like you, unreconciled sea.

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