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The Counting House

The Counting House

by Sandra Ridley
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The Crisp Day Closing on My Hand

The Crisp Day Closing on My Hand

The Poetry of M. Travis Lane
by M. Travis Lane, edited by Jeanette Lynes
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You Want Your Truths Told of You by E. Travis Lane

You want your truths told of you—

those wavery lines!

Each pencil mark's a fiddlehead

unfolding to an island of wild fern,

of alders, grass, of willow trees,

of sharp dams in the silty sand

where a barefoot girl stands

to watch a cattle barge

rock, like a cradle in the wind.

She can not tell them where she stands,

her nude toes turning blue as clams

in the murky water where it chafes

the green facts into islands—

shoals, reefs, whirlpools, naked trees

scoured by the ice.

Her plain nouns bell their inner folds

like a coiled spring uncoiling

or like eggs

that tremble in her hand and beat

their shells with razor bills and spread

out wings.

Their shadows cast on the millstream float

on spinning water for all time,

never entirely truthful.

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The Cyclic Variations

The Cyclic Variations

and more new poems
by Alastair Macdonald
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The Deleted World

The Deleted World

by Tomas Transtromer, translated by Robin Robertson
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The dust of just beginning

The dust of just beginning

by Don Kerr
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The Empire's Missing Links

The Empire's Missing Links

by Walid Bitar
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The Exiles' Gallery

The Exiles' Gallery

by Elise Partridge
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The False Laws of Narrative

The False Laws of Narrative

The Poetry of Fred Wah
by Fred Wah, edited by Louis Cabri
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The Poem Called Syntax by Fred Wah

We live on the edge of a lake called Echo.

I love this notion that noise makes itself,

so the lake holds all noise in its depths

and when the dog barks it gets it from the lake.

About nine thousand feet above these lakes (all lakes)

there is a geometry of sound, something like Plato's cave of noise.

It is from that construct the dog's bark takes shape,

a resounding of an earlier bark conditioned by the alpine.

History and physics. Acoustic paradigms in a bog of algae.

When I tell all my cousins and friends about this

they'll come to live on the shores of this lake and clean it up.

From the balconies of their summer homes they'll ask a lot of questions.

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