'The storm looked alive, yellow and green at the fringes'

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Is it worse to live in a city where you can't see a big storm coming until it's right on top of you, or to be out on the plains where you can see it coming for almost too long? I like this long look at an approaching and then passing storm by Max Garland, who lives in Wisconsin. It's from his fine book, The Word We Used For It, from the University of Wisconsin Press.

 

HAPPINESS

by Max Ga...

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'What if I just sat there? she asks. It's a free country, I tell her'

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One of the many challenges in life is in knowing where you're supposed to sit. I slid into the wrong pew at a funeral 40 years ago and still smart from the hard looks I got. Here's a church pew poem by Bruce Pemberton, who lives in Palouse, Washington. It's from the literary journal Third Wednesday.

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'Her lower lashes curl in toward a view that's hers alone'

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Pauletta Hansel lives in Cincinnati, and today's poem is from her book Palindrome, from Dos Madres Press in Loveland, Ohio. It's a collection of poems about her mother's dementia, and although there h...

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'An imagination problem like the time friends said we must be very happy'

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One of my many peculiarities is a fascination with deserted places, especially old houses, and I've written far too many poems about them. But that doesn't mean that I don't love it when others take o...

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'In April I will walk out across the warming grass and right the chair'

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John Stanizzi is a poet living in Connecticut, whose work we've published before. His most recent collection of poems is Chants, from Cervena Barva Press. Our column has published a number of poems ab...

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'There we are in our lives as if we had all time'

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Marge Saiser, who lives in Nebraska, is a fine and a very lucky poet. With the passing of each year her poems have gotten stronger and deeper. That's an enviable direction for a writer. This poem was ...

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'In here, the water moves behind the glass'

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Liz Ahl was once a very talented graduate student in our creative writing programme at the University of Nebraska, but she's long since moved on to teach at Plymouth State University in New Hampshire....

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'All week, I ran a fever that wouldn't break'

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Caitlin Doyle, who lives in Ohio, writes haunting, memorable poetry about the familiar and the strange. Her poetry is a fine example of what I call strategic artistry, as if her words have been carefu...

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'Staring down silver and crystal that would dare move'

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There are so many fine poems in Richard Robbins' new and selected poems, Body Turn to Rain, published by LynxHouse Press, that I had a difficult time choosing one to show you. This one, though, with i...

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'An Iago lie of pernicious intent, layer upon layer of dark deceit'

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I've had my eye on Americans' obsessions for more than 70 years and I can't remember a time when public lying got as much attention as it does today. Attention yes, but consequences, no. I recently ha...

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'I pawed away from the trunk, fumbled, and took my first step toward not returning'

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A child at a school bus stop, on his way out into the world, a fine subject for a fine poem by Dante Di Stefano, who lives in Endwell, New York. Might we all live out our days in a place called Endwel...

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'Prophecy, the warning of what yet's to break out'

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The glaciers that flattened my part of the world made their exit aeons ago, but in Alaska, where Peggy Shumaker lives and writes, they're just now beginning to turn back. Only deep in a Nebraska snowb...

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