Eurydice, at The End
Eurydice, at The End [Ovid, X: 1-85] by helen jenks There is always a river, that first boundary of shape, preventing the crossing. See...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
I Could Not
I Could Not by m. speaker Would you meet me, love? I should not, beloved, I do not think In the house, the on up North. With the music,...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Not Quite A Graveyard Elegy
Not Quite A Graveyard Elegy by patrick wright And now the garden with its rockery and swings — ghostings of past summers. Everything...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
I Rarely Show Up For Funerals
I Rarely Show Up For Funerals by belinda rimmer The voice on the phone is from long ago. No crossfire, no haunting, no clumsy...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
In The Capuchin Crypt
In The Capuchin Crypt by ricia kearns They must have loved their friars, to make this slow art from mildew and bone— thirty years buried,...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Carrying (For Wren)
Carrying (For Wren) by jennifer dumbelton Seven weeks new, we stand on Brighton Beach and I feel slick sea-shaped pebbles shift under my...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
After The Cold Moon
After The Cold Moon by declan coles I return. Like a rebirth Fitting as the new year approaches: The bitter reigns of the Ever-rising...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
The World's Loneliest Sheep
The World's Loneliest Sheep by phoebe kalid - for fiona, who was stranded for two years on the shore of the moray firth in scotland....
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
XIII Requiem
XIII Requiem by susan zegarsky I can see how bright the fire was remember? and I can feel its heat we tucked in under blankets drinking...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Shark Heart
Shark Heart by aoife-marie buckley It’s not even that I’ve thought about Them a lot It’s more that I’ve thought about How it felt to be...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Boyhood
Boyhood by paul o. jenkins Some late December afternoon, The dim, Cold and biting, Blankets the corner house. No birds are left to sing....
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Remnants
Remnants by sarah o'grady The day is released. City bridges murmurate with city suits swooping from Bank to the bridge, transpontine....
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 2 min
They Built a 'Boots' Upon Our Love
They Built a 'Boots' Upon Our Love by jacob ray-halliday I Google Maps takes you only so far. Church of St. Brigid. Tire scorched car...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
In Among The Ruins, Love
In Among The Ruins, Love by denise o'hagan | after Cupid and Psyche, Ostia Antica, Rome I tread the wide slabbed stone street, lined with...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Sonnet 50: Umbria In Autumn
Sonnet 50: Umbria in Autumn by marc f. weigand | for linda kirby mewshaw and michael mewshaw Below the Umbrian hilltops, mugged by...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Vigil
Vigil by naomi madlock A glut of hemlock-green, the river drags the last strands of daylight over the crest of a droning weir, describing...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Now It's Been Two Years
Now It's Been Two Years by gareth writer-davies and the frost feathering the windows is outside which you always complained about the...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Basketball Days
Basketball Days by eric colburn The bonk of ball on backboard brings me back to backyard basketball: the quirky bounce root-rippled...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
Ten Days To My Father's Death
Ten Days To My Father's Death by sarah das gupta The hospital told me again, they wanted to stop his food. I asked how long would it...
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Eleanore Jenks
- Apr 21
- 1 min
He Was Sick
He Was Sick by jerrod laber His name was John, and for a long time that was all I knew. ...John. Uncle John. Like John of the Cross and...
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