Threshold – Andrea Jurjević
Strange place I resist calling home—squat
 —–on gray-painted brick foundations,
 ———only the top half of the siding


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Cernunos – Tim Dooley 

Some came in trucks, bedded down as ballast
between the manifold and the manifest,
or in white vans hidden behind white goods,
or clinging on carriage tops to Ebbsfleet.
Others came by sea. Imagine hazel

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To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling – Percy Bysshe Shelley

 —The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising along them
—–Dear Jane!

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A Deep-Sworn Vow – W.B. Yeats

Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;

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