Grenade, Doorbell, Childhood, Swimming



Karen Skolfield – Grenade: Origin < OFr. pomme-grenate

Weight in the hand, inert as a seed
waiting to unlatch, encasement
before the cleaving, from asleep
to awake, from attached to singular,
how a seed case splits and reveals
such tenderness but also its power,

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Jehanne Dubrow – Wireless Doorbell 


What makes it chime when no one’s waiting there?

The porch is emptiness, the cul-de-sac

a concrete narrative that circles back

upon itself each house a questionnaire

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Elizabeth Bradfield – Learning to Swim

after Bob Hicok & Aracelis Girmay

Now forty-five, having outlasted some of
myself, I must reflect: what if I hadn’t been held
by my mom in the YWCA basement
pool, her white hands slick under

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William Wordsworth – From “Ode: “Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood”

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparell’d in celestial light,

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