Hari Alluri

    There will be more soldiers before there are none, he said. You're nothing but a pavement sweeper! What more do you know...
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THE POEM: Robert Peake on Marvin Bell’s “Wednesday”

Poetry came to me, like it comes to Bell in this poem, as the inkling of something magnificent and otherworldly amidst the everyday drudgery of mundane living. Poetry became the only language that made sense to me. I got up before dawn to read and write, because poetry gave me a reason to throw off the body-warm quilt and face the day.

Luke Kennard

THE BIRDS SELL OUT   The raven has turned his intuition into a program. The seagull lapses into self-parody. Even the magpie’s ego is outstripped by the...

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