A source of nourishment, appeasing hunger primal as the smell of damp earth. A charming sight, toadstools like houses of mice in children’s movies. A parasite, leeching the life out of frogs, and bats, and whales. An abstract sculpture, impossible to understand.
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harmony borax works
a terrible sanctity sanitized in salt and poison on the tongue — this land lifts in the inhabiting wind burns beneath necessity — below the broad arc of the sun sweeping the sky it dies — rusted ruins of a century’s waste foretaste of salt’s vanquish in the sea — this life that we waltz within […]
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Trillium Falls
Sunlight slants through redwoods, beckons me to leave my stony unforgiving, to hike this winding path. Big-leaf maples stretch moss-draped arms, Pacific wrens trill spring songs. The trail leads past white trillium so rain-soaked they’ve turned glassy, past stippled stamens of skunk cabbage upright in bright yellow blossoms. Crossing slatted bridges, each footfall farther from […]
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New Contest: Comment Poetics
You’ve already heard about our 99 words or fewer Flash Fiction Contest (deadline April 10). We’ve decided to add a new contest, Comment Poetics with a shorter deadline, in fact it’s today only. Among the entrants so far: Repeat Journal commenter and big fan PHARM, who always begins with a compliment and seems to favor repetition: Very […]
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A Last Farewell to John Ross
Around 40 friends of the departed John Ross gathered at the tiny Trinidad Cemetery on May Day to observe International Labor Day, say one more goodbye to Ross and scatter some of his ashes to the winds. The site was the tombstone of E.B. Schnaubelt, who died in 1913. It is engraved with the words, […]
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Ode to a Beached Cow
Forlorn cow cast upon the rocks Dampness and death have polished your hide How did you get here, ‘neath the boardwalk? Did you never learn to watch for high tide? Pallid lips curl over square teeth An effortless grimace emitting no sound Cloven hooves point out toward the sea How long did they flounder there […]
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A Poem from the Poem Store
Jacqueline Suskin’s Poem Store set up shop at Eureka Books for February’s Arts Alive! Her method: You pick the subject and the price, she creates a custom poem.
