Balance, January – Patricia Clark

It’s stranger than you can account for,
being alive, a cold January morning and twenty
wild turkeys high up in white oaks,
their waking up stretches in half-light—

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Having Confessed – Patrick Kavanagh

Having confessed he feels
That he should go down on his knees and pray
For forgiveness for his pride, for having
Dared to view his soul from the outside.

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Philosophy 101 – John Skoyles


Blind Professor Hatch set the class
on edge each time he smoked.
Waving a lit match just under
his eye, he expertly applied
the flame to the tip.

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After Ch’u Yuan – Ezra Pound

I will get me to the wood
Where the gods walk garlanded in wisteria,

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