somethingdarker | Oct. 1st, 2010

Oct. 1st, 2010

A meticulous sanity - Kate Knapp Johnson "For Now"

That pins me back to the circumstances - Kate Knapp Johnson "For Now"

Just one true thing about the soul - Kate Knapp Johnson "The Meadow"

This continuum of fairly average losses - Kate Knapp Johnson "Oh"

It is the summer bears ruled - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

The last summer of pure breathlessness - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

When I moved unaware - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

Taken in by the netted branches of raspberries - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

Held in trance by the sweet air - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

Pushed grief under the railings - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

Seeing some unexperienced light - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

Swam in spools of dark - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

The gold lilies and their shadows - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

Two swans stayed faithful and fierce - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

Lived within a lattice of time - Kate Knapp Johnson "Parker's Mountain"

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A malady of my baffled self - Kimberly Johnson "Farrow"

Accomplished finally the days - Kimberly Johnson "Farrow"

For my own soul overboiling - Kimberly Johnson "Farrow"

Bound to a stranger's groans - Kimberly Johnson "Farrow"

To the third and fourth generations - Kimberly Johnson "Farrow"

Catch with a small snag - Kimberly Johnson "Ode on My Episiotomy"

Unknit the knots unnoticed - Kimberly Johnson "Ode on My Episiotomy"

Such pleasure in unraveling - Kimberly Johnson "Ode on My Episiotomy"

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If each atom has a shadow - Sara Eliza Johnson "Combustion"

Nebulae beginning to star - Sara Eliza Johnson "Combustion"

Nails suspended in a jar of honey - Sara Eliza Johnson "Combustion"

Their shadows merging into a shadow galaxy - Sara Eliza Johnson "Combustion"

If echoes are shadows of sounds - Sara Eliza Johnson "Combustion"

The lilacs crackling like static - Sara Eliza Johnson "Combustion"

When I step outside I become fire - Sara Eliza Johnson "Combustion"

Your body made full with starmilk - Sara Eliza Johnson "Parable of the Unclean Spirit"

The circuits of the flowers - Sara Eliza Johnson "Vapor"

The flash across an event horizon - Sara Eliza Johnson "Vapor"

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A crow gasping for air - Amanda Johnston "Facing US"

Eyes me like a runaway - Amanda Johnston "Facing US"

My name protesting in ink - Amanda Johnston "Facing US"

His blank gaze looking through mine - Amanda Johnston "Facing US"

The sterile taker's tools - Amanda Johnston "We Named You Mercy"

Empty arms stretching to embrace - Amanda Johnston "We Named You Mercy"

To embrace a silhouette of you - Amanda Johnston "We Named You Mercy"

With little more than hope for history - Amanda Johnston "We Named You Mercy"

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A vacant hour before the sun - Devin Johnston "Aubade"

Glint of frost, grains of salt - Devin Johnston "Aubade"

Weak clarities of dawn - Devin Johnston "Aubade"

Arithmetic amazes more than miracle - Devin Johnston "Fixed Interval"

The same sun wheels around again - Devin Johnston "Fixed Interval"

The dawn drawn out and hammered thin - Devin Johnston "Fixed Interval"

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cut away from the bone of debt - Fred L. Joiner "Austerity"

the murder that pen and protocol make - Fred L. Joiner "Austerity"

This bit of sun bittered earth - Fred L. Joiner "Below as Above"

The orbit of gratitude - Fred L. Joiner "Below as Above"

Things the earth cannot swallow - Fred L. Joiner "Consume/d"

South toward no one's harvest - Fred L. Joiner "Sikasso Snow"

Blowing along a dust-whipped road - Fred L. Joiner "Sikasso Snow"

No patterned pods for the picking - Fred L. Joiner "Sikasso Snow"

A legend thrown like a gauntlet - Fred L. Joiner "Sovereignty"

Language conquers from within - Fred L. Joiner "Sovereignty"

A people's history crumbling - Fred L. Joiner "Sovereignty"

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In a land built from death - Ashley M. Jones "All Y'all Really from Alabama"

These truths like dark snuff - Ashley M. Jones "All Y'all Really from Alabama"

The onion's pungent terror - Ashley M. Jones "Harriette Winslow and Aunt Rachel Clean Collard Greens on Prime Time Television"

Adorn them with a galaxy of beads - Ashley M. Jones "Harriette Winslow and Aunt Rachel Clean Collard Greens on Prime Time Television"

Kitchen smoke and calm night air - Ashley M. Jones "Harriette Winslow and Aunt Rachel Clean Collard Greens on Prime Time Television"

the eye of God was made with blood - Ashley M. Jones "HOLYHEADHARRIET"

was made from the hands of an ungodly master - Ashley M. Jones "HOLYHEADHARRIET"

I wonder about the road to hell - Ashley M. Jones "I Find the Earring that Broke Loose from My Ear the Night a White Woman Told Me the World Would Save Her"

Smothered in the rust of its old gates - Ashley M. Jones "I Find the Earring that Broke Loose from My Ear the Night a White Woman Told Me the World Would Save Her"

Your kisses were little poisons - Ashley M. Jones "Love Note: Surely"

Little poisons gripping tight my lips - Ashley M. Jones "Love Note: Surely"

Hearts aren't toys for juggling - Ashley M. Jones "Love Note: Surely"

the slip of a rain-glazed rock - Ashley M. Jones "Lullaby for the Grieving"

rock against my searching feet - Ashley M. Jones "Lullaby for the Grieving"

a hope exhaled into the trees - Ashley M. Jones "Lullaby for the Grieving"

the tiny sounds of faraway birds - Ashley M. Jones "Lullaby for the Grieving"

safety in their promise of song - Ashley M. Jones "Lullaby for the Grieving"

golden butterfly against the cave-dark - Ashley M. Jones "Lullaby for the Grieving"

maybe there are angels here - Ashley M. Jones "Lullaby for the Grieving"

Flowers to bring worms and wasps - Ashley M. Jones "Photosynthesis"

No friend of mine stops my dance - Ashley M. Jones "Song of My Muhammad"

I shoulder my way into a crowded heaven - Ashley M. Jones "Song of My Muhammad"

If I burned the world around me - Ashley M. Jones "Summer Vacation in the Subjunctive"

If a woman were made of sun - Ashley M. Jones "Summer Vacation in the Subjunctive"

If I were made of sun - Ashley M. Jones "Summer Vacation in the Subjunctive"

Whose Children Were Freed Without Her - Ashley M. Jones "What It Means To Say Sally Hemings"

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Letting reason go up in smoke - Camisha L. Jones "Accommodation"

I dream of pebbles under my pillow - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

A land of pebbles and pests - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

Counting on catastrophe - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

Things with wheels that go nowhere - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

The distance between choices and their consequences - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

Consequences pulling me like a rope - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

I offer these as tonic - Camisha L. Jones "Haunted"

a whisper in someone else's ear - Camisha L. Jones "In/Ability"

through a downpour of sound - Camisha L. Jones "In/Ability"

keeping me company in the silence - Camisha L. Jones "In/Ability"

thousands of particles stretched wide - Camisha L. Jones "In/Ability"

when I confess the pain - Camisha L. Jones "Intercession"

become a fiery tongue to scorch the earth - Camisha L. Jones "Intercession"

the bluest flame licking each muscle and joint - Camisha L. Jones "Intercession"

undone by reality speeding too fast - Camisha L. Jones "The Law of Motion"

bruising the bones of every certainty - Camisha L. Jones "The Law of Motion"

6 lanes of life's constant motion - Camisha L. Jones "The Law of Motion"

Fill their twisted mouths with lament - Camisha L. Jones "My Anxieties Learn to Pray"

Hot coals in their desert mouths - Camisha L. Jones "My Anxieties Learn to Pray"

Throw my wishes into the well of the Infinite - Camisha L. Jones "My Anxieties Learn to Pray"

The sidewalks stay empty of my steps - Camisha L. Jones "No Longer Commuting with Chronic Pain"

Unravel in the late night - Camisha L. Jones "No Longer Commuting with Chronic Pain"

As it whispers the way forward - Camisha L. Jones "No Longer Commuting with Chronic Pain"

Divided the silence wide enough for music - Camisha L. Jones "Ode to My Hearing Aids"

Sent sound in all directions - Camisha L. Jones "Ode to My Hearing Aids"

The power to fade the voices - Camisha L. Jones "Ode to My Hearing Aids"

Where the sharpest knives are kept - Camisha L. Jones "Ode to the Chronically Ill Body"

An undertow with the strongest hands - Camisha L. Jones "On Having an Autoimmune Disease"

a new grief blooms in the garden - Camisha L. Jones "On Loss"

Hope and all of its helium - Camisha L. Jones "Praise Song for the Body"

Drinks anguish without ruling it bitter - Camisha L. Jones "Praise Song for the Body"

But refuses to believe it is haunted - Camisha L. Jones "Praise Song for the Body"

The territory it claims as landmark - Camisha L. Jones "Scars"

The scarred geography of my left arm - Camisha L. Jones "Scars"

Riptide pulling me under - Camisha L. Jones "Tinnitus"

with good reason to crumble - Camisha L. Jones "Wrecking Ball"

kissed by my own flame - Camisha L. Jones "Wrecking Ball"

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Ravenous with a cautious hunger - Douglas S. Jones "Sexy in the Food Chain"

Fingers weave in the dirt - Douglas S. Jones "Sexy in the Food Chain"

Each desired to be devoured - Douglas S. Jones "Sexy in the Food Chain"

Turkey vultures circling in two by two - Douglas S. Jones "Sexy in the Food Chain"

Held together with such commitments - Douglas S. Jones "A Tuesday Night"

Build their undoing into their architecture - Douglas S. Jones "A Tuesday Night"

The outdated map on his wall - Douglas S. Jones "A Tuesday Night"

Thin threads of breath beginning to fray - Douglas S. Jones "A Tuesday Night"

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Into hot battles' hell-lit fires - Edward Smyth Jones "Flag of the Free"

Fond hope to nations in distress - Edward Smyth Jones "Flag of the Free"

Bright beacon of the azure sky - Edward Smyth Jones "Flag of the Free"

True light of Freedom's dome - Edward Smyth Jones "Flag of the Free"

Last lingering star of hope - Edward Smyth Jones "Flag of the Free"

Serene as our life in our dreams - Edward Smyth Jones "Life in a Dream"

That shone at the dawn of spring - Edward Smyth Jones "A Song of Thanks"

Her coffers filled with their countless worth - Edward Smyth Jones "A Song of Thanks"

The flocks which feed on a thousand hills - Edward Smyth Jones "A Song of Thanks"

Songs of gladness on the gale - Edward Smyth Jones "A Song of Thanks"

The sturdy oaks and the stately pines - Edward Smyth Jones "A Song of Thanks"

In our souls the quenchless fire - Edward Smyth Jones "The Sylvan Cabin"

Naught save the grim, grey pyramid - Edward Smyth Jones "The Sylvan Cabin"

More than roses love the sun - Edward Smyth Jones "To Estelle"

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Rust-flakes erupting from the lungs - John James "After Guatemala"

Courting a horse with an apple - John James "April, Andromeda"

A heart held back for the knife - John James "April, Andromeda"

Walked past rows of jeweled honeysuckle - John James "April, Andromeda"

Upside down with respect to the eclipse - John James "April, Andromeda"

Misers of sound and syllable - John James "April, Andromeda"

Poised to disclose some secret - John James "At Assateague"

The gravitation of the tide's pull - John James "At Assateague"

An orchard chaotic with apple blossoms - John James "Beneath the Trees at Ellingsworth"

Frost in the hollow of a throat - John James "Beneath the Trees at Ellingsworth"

The nickel wire of my throat - John James "Catalogue Beginning with a Line by Plato"

A lampshade exhausted by light - John James "Catalogue Beginning with a Line by Plato"

Recedes against the sky's aperture - John James "Driving Arizona"

Pressed in a rock of mined coal - John James "End"

Sunlight splayed between grains - John James "Erosion"

Haloes of ash around her sleeping eyes - John James "Erosion"

Dead shells accumulating on the windowsill - John James "Forget the Song"

Ash trees wilting by the creek - John James "Forget the Song"

In the room where she never sleeps - John James "Forget the Song"

Light slowed to the pace of material transfer - John James "Forget the Song"

Braided cotton converted to ember - John James "Forget the Song"

Breath like a wave of cicadas - John James "Heirloom (Wreck)"

This is the storm we call progress - John James "Klee's Painting"

A perfect catastrophe set into lines - John James "Klee's Painting"

A disposition fragile as his breathing - John James "Klee's Painting"

Tread the precipice of the abyss - John James "Lullaby"

The slowing stream of morning - John James "Lullaby"

Sun pummels the windows - John James "Lullaby"

Summons tiny seedlings from the mud - John James "Lullaby"

And soaks the wood in flame - John James "Lullaby"

Suggesting a vague idea of order - John James "Materia"

The light a thin space to crawl into - John James "Materia"

Wanted to grasp the flame's heat - John James "Materia"

By the river where the wind stops - John James "Materia"

Spend a night or two among the dead - John James "Le Moribond"

The stone moon descends to brush his shoulders clean - John James "Other Adam"

Drinks from a bucket of stars - John James "Other Adam"

On his third night of dreams - John James "Poem Around Which Everything Is Structured"

The final berries of the season - John James "Poem Around Which Everything Is Structured"

As the stars seep through his window - John James "Poem Around Which Everything Is Structured"

The orchid dying bloom by bloom - John James "Poem Around Which Everything Is Structured"

Hear an emptiness in the wind - John James "Poem Around Which Everything Is Structured"

Throwing cold light through the black matter - John James "Poem Around Which Everything Is Structured"

Stars fizzle in the map of still time - John James "Poem Around Which Everything Is Structured"

The mind's yearning for conceit - John James "Scarecrow"

A sheaf of red cloth soaked in rain - John James "Scarecrow"

Knotted to a strand of barbed wire - John James "Scarecrow"

The scarecrow standing sentinel in the dark - John James "Scarecrow"

Dreams of salt and light - John James "Scarecrow"

Feeding breadcrumbs to geese - John James "Sonata"

Scars on the chests of the birds - John James "Sonata"

I have cleaved to what I know - John James "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

The tempered regularity of falling leaves - John James "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

The speed with which the bulbs blast - John James "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Already the daffodils bury their heads in the dirt - John James "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

I bask in eddies of unseasonable light - John James "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

Eying the spiral turn of the plum tree's gentle confetti - John James "time bending / tongue / entwine / the betwixt"

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Keep time with my salt tears - Ben Jonson "Echo's Lament for Narcissus"

The heavy part the music bears - Ben Jonson "Echo's Lament for Narcissus"

Woe weeps out her division - Ben Jonson "Echo's Lament for Narcissus"

Nature's pride is now a withered daffodil - Ben Jonson "Echo's Lament for Narcissus"

The common moth that eats on wits and arts - Ben Jonson "To Himself"

Should not on Fortune pause - Ben Jonson "To Himself"

Be taken with false baits - Ben Jonson "To Himself"

Safe from the wolf's black jaw - Ben Jonson "To Himself"

But a shop of toys and trifles - Ben Jonson "To the World. A Farewell for a Gentlewoman, Virtuous and Noble"

To harbour a divided thought - Ben Jonson "To the World. A Farewell for a Gentlewoman, Virtuous and Noble"

Neptune in the waters burned - Ben Jonson "Venus' Runaway"

All his practice is deceit - Ben Jonson "Venus' Runaway"

Idle minutes are his reign - Ben Jonson "Venus' Runaway"

A raven feeding upon a quarter - Ben Jonson "The Witches Song"

Juice that from the larch-tree comes - Ben Jonson "The Witches Song"

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Their brother sleepwalking in a narrow hallway - Major Jackson "Addiction"

Screaming humbug at dried bits of onion - Major Jackson "Addiction"

For fear of triggering a heart attack - Major Jackson "Addiction"

Hums a little Scottish ballad about time - Major Jackson "Addiction"

Continue your travels in your cardboard world - Major Jackson "Addiction"

But the skin is an obstacle course - Major Jackson "Designer Kisses"

Where we are inescapably consigned - Major Jackson "Designer Kisses"

Tourists keeping the views new - Major Jackson "Designer Kisses"

Our own fonts of adoration - Major Jackson "Designer Kisses"

We're laid out like liquid timepieces - Major Jackson "Designer Kisses"

Each other's exercise in perpetual enchantment - Major Jackson "Designer Kisses"

That beach in us that is untranslatable - Major Jackson "Designer Kisses"

Each ridge practicing an oration of scale and crest - Major Jackson "Double View of the Adirondacks as Reflected Over Lake Champlain from Waterfront Park"

A cyclone in my spirit led to divorce - Major Jackson "Double View of the Adirondacks as Reflected Over Lake Champlain from Waterfront Park"

Gave darkness an echo of control - Major Jackson "Double View of the Adirondacks as Reflected Over Lake Champlain from Waterfront Park"

Finding steadiness by the prop of a page - Major Jackson "Double View of the Adirondacks as Reflected Over Lake Champlain from Waterfront Park"

Then felt resurrection in a vestige of water - Major Jackson "Double View of the Adirondacks as Reflected Over Lake Champlain from Waterfront Park"

Such have I come to gauge my own screaming - Major Jackson "Double View of the Adirondacks as Reflected Over Lake Champlain from Waterfront Park"

The wakes carry memories of battles - Major Jackson "Double View of the Adirondacks as Reflected Over Lake Champlain from Waterfront Park"

I am a tributary of something greater - Major Jackson "Double View of the Adirondacks as Reflected Over Lake Champlain from Waterfront Park"

Then I will end my reenactments of flying - Major Jackson "In the Eighties We Did the Wop"

If you lean down to smell a painted trillium - Major Jackson "In the Eighties We Did the Wop"

Away from your wounded mountains - Major Jackson "In the Eighties We Did the Wop"

Who mothered your love of death? - Major Jackson "In the Eighties We Did the Wop"

Give me an ancient grove and a conversation by a creek - Major Jackson "In the Eighties We Did the Wop"

Charms to salve my griefs - Major Jackson "In the Eighties We Did the Wop"

Stealing light from a flash in the sky - Major Jackson "In the Eighties We Did the Wop"

It's just that you are carrying a tainted clock - Major Jackson "In the Eighties We Did the Wop"

As the planet Mercury would allow - Major Jackson "Language of the Moon"

Reemerged out of the murder of light - Major Jackson "Language of the Moon"

Golden gates to an unforeseen heaven - Major Jackson "Language of the Moon"

Like sea waves eating a coastline - Major Jackson "Language of the Moon"

To tally my suspicions from a distance - Major Jackson "Language of the Moon"

Pollinating the white face of the moon - Major Jackson "Language of the Moon"

The island of my fears - Major Jackson "Let Me Begin Again"

To bring into play that fragrant morsel of rhetoric - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

What bread wrappers reflect of our hunger - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

Blue crystals frothing on marble front steps - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

The garden of old men playing checkers - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

Hopscotch squares painted new in the street - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

The pitter-patter of feet landing on rhymes - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

The jump ropes' portentous looming - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

Squares of sugar flattening on the tongue - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

Candy bars with names you didn't recognize - Major Jackson "Letters to Brooks [Spring Garden]"

Trying to ascend to a dominion foreign to you - Major Jackson "Mighty Pawns"

Loud timbales and drums blasting down - Major Jackson "Mighty Pawns"

The checkered squares of his poverty and anger - Major Jackson "Mighty Pawns"

The boulevard is full of my steps - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

The sky is full of my thinking - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

The ticking clocks in Vermont sway back and forth - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Sweeping up my eyes and my tattoos and my metaphors - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

The great paragraphs of dust - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Which also carry motes of my existence - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Their smiles have given me freedom - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Freedom which is a crater I keep falling into - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Makes me appear to those who think I've disappeared - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

War makes people disappear like chess pieces - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Prisons turn prisoners into movie endings - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Turns my arms and legs into branches of oak - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Pressing further into the mysteries - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Scouring for the bitter smell of control - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

I hold him in my mind like a chalice - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

When we talk about limits, we disappear - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

A shrug of a life in sacred language - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

My mind is a ravine of yesterdays - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

I wear September on my face - Major Jackson "On Disappearing"

Breath bursting to explosive fog - Major Jackson "Selling Out"

The moon's hushed excursion - Major Jackson "Selling Out"

Their susurrus as the churning of wonder - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

The fate of the land is the fate of man - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

Rested in the dignity of the Great Blue Heron - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

Envied the painted turtle sunning on a log - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

Modeling how to navigate dynasties of snow - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

Survives in both forests and imaginations - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

The dark hands of developers and myths of profits - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

To renew the sacred contract of live things - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

Standing in the way of the human storm - Major Jackson "Song as Abridge Thesis of George Perkins Marsh's Man and Nature"

A festival of collaged laughter - Major Jackson "Spain"

Our dark harbors finding level - Major Jackson "Spain"

When the decayed apples of an orchard amass beneath its trees - Major Jackson "Thinking of Frost"

Whose stalks will soon give way to a harvester's blade - Major Jackson "Thinking of Frost"

Nor exhibit the propriety of the polite - Major Jackson "Thinking of Frost"

Will never soothe the pagan in me - Major Jackson "Thinking of Frost"

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No desire to leave the valley - Patricia Spears Jones "Autumn, New York, 1999"

People throng around the dahlias - Patricia Spears Jones "Autumn, New York, 1999"

Stand against the wind - Patricia Spears Jones "Autumn, New York, 1999"

From shadows into a locus of light - Patricia Spears Jones "Defiant"

When he enters his version of paradise - Patricia Spears Jones "Defiant"

The longing for renewal - Patricia Spears Jones "Jim"

Drink from the lake's glacial cup - Patricia Spears Jones "Jim"

Hope for better winters - Patricia Spears Jones "Jim"

Breathing dragons' magic fire - Patricia Spears Jones "Jim"

We have encountered storms - Patricia Spears Jones "May Perpetual Light Shine"

An ornament of grief - Patricia Spears Jones "May Perpetual Light Shine"

What patterns matter - Patricia Spears Jones "May Perpetual Light Shine"

A feral squirrel watches the fall - Patricia Spears Jones "A pillow in the city"

Microbes in the palms of our hands - Patricia Spears Jones "Saturnine"

Mercy walks down a different block - Patricia Spears Jones "Saturnine"

As if only whispers could make the world hear - Patricia Spears Jones "SELF PORTRAIT as retratos de cosas locas y de locos (stolen)"

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Tumbled sands and shattered bark - Zilka Joseph "The Angels of Konkan"

Unhealed wounds and home fallen to ruins - Zilka Joseph "A Chirota for My Thoughts"

Scented with the most fragrant of spices - Zilka Joseph "Eliyahoo Hanabi"

Red rose petals scattered everywhere - Zilka Joseph "Eliyahoo Hanabi"

Descend in your fiery chariot - Zilka Joseph "Eliyahoo Hanabi"

Rise up to meet you in the clouds - Zilka Joseph "Eliyahoo Hanabi"

My bones breathe only air - Zilka Joseph "For the Birds"

Leave me a feather to dream on - Zilka Joseph "For the Birds"

Ecstatic as a shadow emerged - Zilka Joseph "Gourami Fish Tale"

A hundred fins in the ocean of my chest - Zilka Joseph "Gourami Fish Tale"

Attracting crows to sit on the sill and caw - Zilka Joseph "Green Kaanji and Destiny"

Ginger warm, garlic sharp, coriander mellow - Zilka Joseph "Kaulee Haddi"

My flesh clay and flowers and thorns - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

The unsleeping captain of the dark - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Never sleeping when the storm hit - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Rise like breath from the river mud - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Our languages separate as oil on water - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Braided lines in the palm of my hand - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Carry them safe to the other side - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Safe journey to the other side - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Who drowned in salt who breathed the sand - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Who sang to the angels of the deep - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

The stars are forming strange new words - Zilka Joseph "Leaf Boat"

Jewels harvested before sun-up - Zilka Joseph "Man hu? Man Hu?"

The sojourners led by Moses into the wilderness - Zilka Joseph "Man hu? Man Hu?"

Dew sifting in slow motion - Zilka Joseph "Man hu? Man Hu?"

Echoes in the cramped, dusty room - Zilka Joseph "Once Upon a Shabbath"

Remembrance of such sweetness on the tongue - Zilka Joseph "Once Upon a Shabbath"

Who could predict the wrath of fate - Zilka Joseph "Once Upon a Shabbath"

Except in shards of unreliable memory - Zilka Joseph "Once Upon a Shabbath"

Waited three days and nights - Zilka Joseph "Pantoum for Chik-cha Halwa"

So different from sweets of home - Zilka Joseph "Pantoum for Chik-cha Halwa"

Their spirits whisper old recipes - Zilka Joseph "Pantoum for Chik-cha Halwa"

Wild prophet with fiery eyes - Zilka Joseph "Prophet of the Rock"

Whom the ravens fed in the desert - Zilka Joseph "Prophet of the Rock"

Your reward came from the skies - Zilka Joseph "Prophet of the Rock"

Your chariot landed upon rough rock - Zilka Joseph "Prophet of the Rock"

Such wondrous signs you left - Zilka Joseph "Prophet of the Rock"

Eagle with claws full of thunderbolts - Zilka Joseph "Scenes from the Deck"

Shaped twelve sparrows from wet clay - Zilka Joseph "Sparrows and Dust"

Crunched in your teeth like sand - Zilka Joseph "Sweet Malida"

Chart the paths of invisible tides - Zilka Joseph "Three Notes to Blue Jays"

Burn like opal arrows - Zilka Joseph "Three Notes to Blue Jays"

Piercing the flesh of cumulous dragons - Zilka Joseph "Three Notes to Blue Jays"

The final pale song of the sky - Zilka Joseph "Three Notes to Blue Jays"

When the skies cleared and the waters retreated - Zilka Joseph "What Ravens Do"

Stayed aloft until the waters dried - Zilka Joseph "What Ravens Do"

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Surrounded by the dying hour - C.R. Jury "Love"

The fruit of my best hour - C.R. Jury "Sonnet"

Prince of pure heaven's fire - C.R. Jury "A Sonnet to a Friend"

Inhabitant of glory clothed in light - C.R. Jury "A Sonnet to a Friend"

The shades and monsters of our night - C.R. Jury "A Sonnet to a Friend"

This new triumphant pyre - C.R. Jury "A Sonnet to a Friend"

An edifice of temporal flame - C.R. Jury "A Sonnet to a Friend"

Beyond the movement of our change and ruse - C.R. Jury "A Sonnet to a Friend"

Fountain of undescended love - C.R. Jury "A Sonnet to a Friend"

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In the crow's plummeting cry - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

Memory calls me to the earth's opening - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

Into a bat's wing-brush of air - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

In a teacup's worth of dirt - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

In each slant rain's worried whispers - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

Learned the funereal smell of carnations - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

Four years in the asylum - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

The evening sky bruised dull gray - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

The stove is cold so salt won't burn - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

The knife in a pail of water - Judy Jordan "Help Me to Salt, Help Me to Sorrow"

In winter's spider-eyed light - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

Hidden passages, runaways, and orphaned days - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

Sleeps in broken buildings - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

Dropped through holes in the sidewalk - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

Drawn to the easy sound of sleep - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

The pattern night pens on tender skin - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

Tells no one except the sycamore - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

Taps your sins on water pipes - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

The tail feathers of soot-mottled birds - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

And wheel into the scalded sky - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

Strychnine and scouring powder - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

The stranger I should have become - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

And disappear through the back door - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

A woman's name churned in sea foam - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

The burned light of his own country - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

Of rosemary and dried tomatoes - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

The sun in its relentless veracity - Judy Jordan "Prologue"

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Details unbearably clear in the replay - Janine Joseph "Circuitry"

Heard me swallow the impact - Janine Joseph "Circuitry"

The windows a crunch of glass - Janine Joseph "Circuitry"

The old equipment resets itself and loops - Janine Joseph "Circuitry"

Forked tongue trailing the coil - Janine Joseph "Oh, I'm Dying, I'm Dying"

Whirlpooling itself to a fake death - Janine Joseph "Oh, I'm Dying, I'm Dying"

Rewind to the seconds of its resurrection - Janine Joseph "Oh, I'm Dying, I'm Dying"

With the trellis heavied by wind chimes - Janine Joseph "The Persistence of Symptoms"

Drowning the persimmon tree - Janine Joseph "The Persistence of Symptoms"

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With water brimming our throats - Ashaki M. Jackson "A Proclamation"

Our monuments rooting bones in all shores - Ashaki M. Jackson "A Proclamation"

in some arrangement of my atoms - Kara Jackson "fleeing"

don't ask me when freedom is coming - Kara Jackson "fleeing"

absence is the arena of death - Kara Jackson "fleeing"

and flight is an act of fleeing - Kara Jackson "fleeing"

Like thunder announces the arrival of lightning - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"

That illuminates the celestial sphere - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"

Holding my path in its rigid embrace - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"

Beneath the mint and coral galaxy - Vanessa Jae "The Fear of Cyborgs to Believe in Flesh"

This breath of fire - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"

Their dead weight sinks our histories - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"

To dream of repair - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"

That pour through metal - Tsitsi Ella Jaji "Ritual Object"

As Lethe coils around a dream - Charles Edwin Jakeway "An Unfinished Prophecy"

Kindled with vermillion dew - Jami "Salaman and Absal: Absal Tempts Salaman" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald

Through the wave of Fire into Annihilation - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald

His eyelashes wept blood - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald

Distorted image in the stream of fleeting Matter - Jami "Salaman and Absal: The Burning of Absal" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald

Trust not to her silent tongue - Alexander Jamieson "The Maid Who Wove"

Every thought was delusion - Alexander Jamieson "A Sigh and a Smile"

The wound from a sigh - Alexander Jamieson "A Sigh and a Smile"

The turnstiles of my life - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"

But what do they know of endlessness? - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"

When we want to feel our shadows - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"

Looking at the agave outside my window - Perry Janes "Nearly all my friends call me spoiled and ungrateful"

Six fat trout in my creel - David Jauss "Never"

Song of here becoming there - David Jauss "Never"

A vast clearing on the cosmos - Jennifer Jean "Inspiration Point"

A new bird better than a phoenix - Jennifer Jean "Inspiration Point"

a pendulum from knowing eye to mystery - Stephanie Jean "Recommendation"

Farewell to the cottage and vine - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"

I go to the land of the Stranger - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"

Where pleasures alone will be mine - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"

And strangers could give no relief - Charles Jefferys "Let Me Rest in the Land of My Birth"

Steadfast in passing the ketchup - Louis Jenkins "Diner"

Stands watching day return - Elizabeth Jennings "Old Woman"

Red with the death of Achilles - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Achilles' Heel"

The season in which they flew - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Achilles' Heel"

Anchored me into the mouth of never - Charles Jensen "Complaint of Isadora Duncan's Scarf"

Light your pipe on a fasting heart - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon

Grudge the earth its due - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon

Pay your premium of vulgarity - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon

Under the rain's gaping sluices - Johannes V. Jensen "At Memphis Station" transl. by S. Foster Damon

Judging not the maze of anger - Laura Jensen "Heavy Snowfall in a Year Gone Past"

The fury at the wasted years - Laura Jensen "Heavy Snowfall in a Year Gone Past"

Where Dante dwells with Beatrice - Sophie Jewett "The Translator to the Author" (preface to Jewett's translation of "The Pearl"

That coaxes the sleepless into dream - Emily Jiang "Life Lessons"

A potion to protect your lover's skin from fire - Emily Jiang "Life Lessons"

Any breath works as thread - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"

Bare their crooked hymns - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"

But who owns any certainty - Joe Jimenez "Broken Retablo for Being on My Back, My Feet Bare & in the Air"

Collective practices of the personal - Bree Jo'ann "#Mood"

With nightmare tread approaching - Gwen John "A Child's Winter Evening"

Horrors thicken as daylight fails - Gwen John "A Child's Winter Evening"

All the vehicles for imbibing - Brandon D. Johnson "Standing by a Shelf"

A catalyst for pathfinding and strength - Brandon D. Johnson "Standing by a Shelf"

Where many echoes dwell - Dorothy Vena Johnson "Palace"

A sad goat in my kitchen - Julia Johnson "Failure"

Grasshoppers learn to sing as they go - Marie L. Johnson "The Grasshopper" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]

Boys with holly trimmed his hat - Marie L. Johnson "The Snow Man" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]

Laughed until it made the teardrops start - Marie L. Johnson "The Snow Man" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]

Tired of staying at home in the clouds - Marie L. Johnson "The Wind's Frolic" [Bed-Time Stories, 1914]

this earth can bear almonds - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"

the limelight not meant for you - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"

when the taste of salt sticks for days - Megan Johnson "How it comes to pass"

Typing in a room full of monkeys - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"

The bananas flow like wine - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"

A stew full of murder - Nicholas Johnson "One of the Monkeys"

An eyebrow in the ocean - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"

My rock in the glade - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"

How I waited a whole year for September - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"

An excuse on a small scrap of paper - Rindon Johnson "There Is a Black Fly in Your Chardonnay"

In Misery's darkest cavern known - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"

No cold gradations of decay - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"

Broke at once the vital chain - Samuel Johnson "On the Death of Mr. Robert Levet"

Have mounted every step of ice - G.H. Johnstone "Ipse Ego..."

Snapped the chain of tranquil youth - G.H. Johnstone "Oxford in May"

For poised and halting thought - G.H. Johnstone "Summer"

Her stony eyes revealed - G.H. Johnstone "Summer"

Roses dropping from his hair - Henry Johnstone "Love Penitent"

Trample out his torch's flame - Henry Johnstone "Love Penitent"

Unkept by the present tense - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"

The flowing virtue of verdant surfaces - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"

The endless plot of daily benedictions - Hanae Jonas "Pastoral"

Witness the fury of poppies - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"

The irises and their harsh tongues - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"

Knit her a verb of silk and dew - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"

When stars kneeled from the heavens - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"

Leaving a streak of fluorescence in your hair - Quincy Scott Jones "Why Wake Up Happy"

No different than large amounts of chocolate - Quincy Scott Jones "Why Wake Up Happy"

Through all the silence on our tongues - Tish Jones "There Was No Sun in the Room"

With spires and turrets crowned - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"

Starred and spangled courts - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"

Wafts perfume to pride - Sir William Jones "An Ode: in Imitation of Alcaeus"

You with your body of ferns - Ingrid Jonker "Journey Round the World" transl. by Jack Cope and William Plomer

On the open page of my desolation - Ingrid Jonker "When You Write Again" transl. by Jack Cope and William Plomer

Grown over with brier and thorn - Juan Chi "Singing of Thoughts 1" transl. by Burton Watson

Wander weeping through empty halls - Juan Chi "Singing of Thoughts 5" transl. by Burton Watson

Heiress of red embers - Bettina Judd "Not My Ancestors"

Each barefoot trip through your bloodbath house - Bettina Judd "on empathy"

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The geometrical faith of two-and-two - Laura Riding Jackson "Ahead and Around"

The slight grass and the patient dust - Laura Riding Jackson "Prism"

Turned three essences where it stood - Laura Riding Jackson "The Quids"

The wind forgets to be weather - Laura Riding Jackson "The Spring Has Many Silences"

Whispers old advice for summer - Laura Riding Jackson "The Spring Has Many Silences"

Spring has many silences - Laura Riding Jackson "The Spring Has Many Silences"

Unbound with a discreet significance - Laura Riding Jackson "The Spring Has Many Silences"

That even the wind will not betray - Laura Riding Jackson "The Spring Has Many Silences"

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The singing thrush and lily know - Helen Hunt Jackson "August"

Pause and interval of peace - Helen Hunt Jackson "August"

Which seize us unaware - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"

The houses where we keep our secrets - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"

Well barred by every chain - Helen Hunt Jackson "Dreams"

Frozen pulse and heart of fire - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"

As sleeps the patient rose - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"

The winter's own release - Helen Hunt Jackson "January"

Bloom from the ashes of the dead - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"

The blossoms of the New Year's crown - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"

Each sunrise sees a new year born - Helen Hunt Jackson "New Year's Morning"

The pale down-trodden aster lifts her head - Helen Hunt Jackson "November"

What profit from the violet's day of pain? - Helen Hunt Jackson "November"

Hoards his pearls of frost - Helen Hunt Jackson "October"

How the fleet, lithe poppies ran - Helen Hunt Jackson "Poppies on the Wheat"

Not ripen without frost - Helen Hunt Jackson "September"

Or doth the sun know accidents? - Helen Hunt Jackson "Two"

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Not the textbook definition - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

Only willing to wade - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

To make waves in a history - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

The undercurrent of history repeating itself - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

To leave dog's noses no evidence - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

So quietly only a soul could hear - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

That history is a stirring in our bones - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

To silence what was never right - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

Beyond what one was able to foresee - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

For years of painful yesterdays - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

Knitting together stories of unity - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

A compass pointing in all directions of lifelines - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

A colorful exterior of a painful past - KaNikki Jakarta "A Wading"

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Fixed and fleshless and certain - Brionne Janae "Child's Pose"

Like a cobra sure of the sun - Brionne Janae "Child's Pose"

Ready to caress the chill - Brionne Janae "Child's Pose"

Try to give up the certainty - Brionne Janae "Child's Pose"

Recall only the return - Brionne Janae "Child's Pose"

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the fire necessary to make glass - Marlin M. Jenkins "against cleansing"

A birthright to sing until emptied - Marlin M. Jenkins "Pokedex Entry #39: Jigglypuff"

The language of the unheard - Marlin M. Jenkins "Pokedex Entry #260: Swampert"

Through fire and broken glass - Marlin M. Jenkins "Pokedex Entry #260: Swampert"

Feel the approach of each individual storm - Marlin M. Jenkins "Pokedex Entry #260: Swampert"

Our collective weight against stone - Marlin M. Jenkins "Pokedex Entry #260: Swampert"

With thread and the threat of leaving - Marlin M. Jenkins "Self Portrait as Fear of the Dark"

The ability to alter sunlight - Marlin M. Jenkins "Tall Grass"

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Wander like thieves into windows - Allison Eir Jenks "After the Parade"

Tired of its own mysteries - Allison Eir Jenks "Black Magic"

Move past like a pool of dust - Allison Eir Jenks "The Burial of Two Strangers"

Loosening the stitches to pass time - Allison Eir Jenks "The Burial of Two Strangers"

Spilling the light of memory - Allison Eir Jenks "The Burial of Two Strangers"

Too late to admit the lost - Allison Eir Jenks "Canvas"

Where all of time flows into water - Allison Eir Jenks "Canvas"

Still burn in their mouths - Allison Eir Jenks "The Church of St. Sulspicious"

And hand you new windows - Allison Eir Jenks "The Church of St. Sulspicious"

Hold ourselves hostage - Allison Eir Jenks "The Church of St. Sulspicious"

Filling our mouths with ghosts - Allison Eir Jenks "The Church of St. Sulspicious"

With your palms full of rain - Allison Eir Jenks "Different Ideas of Honor"

With stars falling through your hands - Allison Eir Jenks "Different Ideas of Honor"

Grow at the pace of our own hearts - Allison Eir Jenks "Exit"

Carry my eyes into the dusk - Allison Eir Jenks "Exit"

The uncertainty of our hands - Allison Eir Jenks "Forgive Us"

Wait like a predator's hands - Allison Eir Jenks "The Habit"

Lived without dreams - Allison Eir Jenks "Heaven"

The space love doesn't give us - Allison Eir Jenks "Heaven"

More stars than an eye can carry - Allison Eir Jenks "In Search of a Brother"

Steal the ghosts from the river - Allison Eir Jenks "Lament"

And fold between the stones - Allison Eir Jenks "Lament"

Heavy as prayers - Allison Eir Jenks "Letters from Our Fathers"

Until thunder seemed impossible - Allison Eir Jenks "Letters from Our Fathers"

Until we washed our hair with stars - Allison Eir Jenks "Letters from Our Fathers"

Any instrument of memory - Allison Eir Jenks "Letters from Our Fathers"

Settle for brief companions - Allison Eir Jenks "Night Train from Barcelona"

A safe eternal landing - Allison Eir Jenks "Night Train from Barcelona"

Still waiting even to believe - Allison Eir Jenks "Night Train from Barcelona"

Allow ourselves to live unfinished - Allison Eir Jenks "Night Train from Barcelona"

Dark, except for your hearts - Allison Eir Jenks "Old Soldiers"

Will carry you perfectly as a thief - Allison Eir Jenks "Old Soldiers"

No strength in the scent of death - Allison Eir Jenks "Painting the Dead"

Stained with the breath of ghosts - Allison Eir Jenks "A Place We Briefly Lived"

Smudged with rumors - Allison Eir Jenks "A Place We Briefly Lived"

To open them without a sound - Allison Eir Jenks "The Prisoner"

To smell the winter leaves - Allison Eir Jenks "Refugee"

Before daylight crosses his mind - Allison Eir Jenks "Sleepwalking"

Of my decisions finally crumbling - Allison Eir Jenks "The Squirrel"

A haze of raw light - Allison Eir Jenks "Transfiguration of the Golden Bird"

Explain these monstrous walls - Allison Eir Jenks "Transfiguration of the Golden Bird"

Salt stirs up blood - Allison Eir Jenks "Underwater Grave"

And strips the face of rocks - Allison Eir Jenks "Underwater Grave"

Selling the stars to our mothers - Allison Eir Jenks "War Tribes"

Like the soreness of salt - Allison Eir Jenks "War Tribes"

Clocks break in our hands - Allison Eir Jenks "War Tribes"

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These truly are the brave - Roscoe Conkling Jamison "The Negro Soldiers"

Who cast aside old memories - Roscoe Conkling Jamison "The Negro Soldiers"

Joining the solid tide - Roscoe Conkling Jamison "The Negro Soldiers"

Above base dreams of vengeance - Roscoe Conkling Jamison "The Negro Soldiers"

To war with visions in their eyes - Roscoe Conkling Jamison "The Negro Soldiers"

While they front the firing line - Roscoe Conkling Jamison "The Negro Soldiers"

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In the center of grieving - Gabriel Jesiolowski "Entry for Not an Island"

In their available bodies - Gabriel Jesiolowski "Entry for Not an Island"

Even our own stories feel vacant - Gabriel Jesiolowski "Entry for Not an Island"

Where the ice plants glow - Gabriel Jesiolowski "Entry for Not an Island"

The direct expression of emptiness - Gabriel Jesiolowski "Entry for Not an Island"

If grief is a shining fruit - Gabriel Jesiolowski "Entry for Not an Island"

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Arrows dipped in honey, thrice distilled - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Archers"

All his art breathes melody - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Art of Alma-Tadema"

The music of those marbles - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Art of Alma-Tadema"

Amid the hush of ages - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Art of Alma-Tadema"

The rivers wend a lawless course - Emily Pauline Johnson "At Crow's Nest Pass"

Suspend their shifting vapours - Emily Pauline Johnson "At Crow's Nest Pass"

Rocks that suffer not defeat - Emily Pauline Johnson "At Crow's Nest Pass"

Snows, and suns, and mad winds meet - Emily Pauline Johnson "At Crow's Nest Pass"

That bursts its chrysalis in scorn - Emily Pauline Johnson "At Husking Time"

The sly raccoon with craft inborn - Emily Pauline Johnson "At Husking Time"

This fragile web of cadences - Emily Pauline Johnson "Autumn's Orchestra"

October's orchestra plays softly - Emily Pauline Johnson "Autumn's Orchestra"

Some evasive haunting tune - Emily Pauline Johnson "Autumn's Orchestra"

The branches of the soldier oak - Emily Pauline Johnson "Autumn's Orchestra"

In a faded scarf of fragrance - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Ballad of Yaada"

Made him captive to her singing - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Ballad of Yaada"

Nuggets of gold are her acres - Emily Pauline Johnson "Brandon"

Opulence waits to be won - Emily Pauline Johnson "Brandon"

Bison lurking on her midnight trails - Emily Pauline Johnson "Calgary"

Southward a rival's stealth - Emily Pauline Johnson "Canada"

Bent on bullets and bloodshed - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Cattle Thief"

Cursed like a troop of demons - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Cattle Thief"

Dead husks that rustle through her hands - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Corn Husker"

A ghost upon the shore - Emily Pauline Johnson "Dawendine"

Echo through the midnight forest - Emily Pauline Johnson "Dawendine"

Such as stars could not eclipse - Emily Pauline Johnson "Day Dawn"

Dawn grey-garbed and velvet-shod - Emily Pauline Johnson "Day Dawn"

And another day set free - Emily Pauline Johnson "Day Dawn"

Burning in Lent's black-bordered dress - Emily Pauline Johnson "Easter"

A race with flying clouds and tossing gulls - Emily Pauline Johnson "Erie Waters"

Sleep will bring a thrice-distilled release - Emily Pauline Johnson "Fasting"

Some gentle spirit sorrow-fed - Emily Pauline Johnson "Fire-Flowers"

A band of black, belated crows - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Flight of the Crows"

Their cries in lonely monotone - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Flight of the Crows"

Dies in the hush of distance - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Flight of the Crows"

Giant strength and peerless height - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Flight of the Crows"

Still frets the evening air - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Flight of the Crows"

Sounds of the sands have sped - Emily Pauline Johnson "Good-Bye"

With her cannon as crown - Emily Pauline Johnson "Guard of the Eastern Gate"

Encased in a gauntlet of steel - Emily Pauline Johnson "Guard of the Eastern Gate"

Full of prodigal heat - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Idlers"

Full lavish of its lustre unrepressed - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Idlers"

Above your splendid sunburnt throat - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Idlers"

Wherein cloud shadows burn - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Idlers"

Measures of oil for others - Emily Pauline Johnson "In Grey Days"

Worlds at the feet of others - Emily Pauline Johnson "In Grey Days"

The truant hour came back at dawn - Emily Pauline Johnson "The King's Consort"

All the jewels warm as wine - Emily Pauline Johnson "The King's Consort"

With an ermine robe around her - Emily Pauline Johnson "Lady Icicle"

Where her silver slippers glisten - Emily Pauline Johnson "Lady Icicle"

Viols are dreaming between us - Emily Pauline Johnson "Lady Lorgnette"

And your heart is my golden coronet - Emily Pauline Johnson "Lady Lorgnette"

A vagrant band of mischiefs - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Lifting of the Mist"

The hush of the golden moon - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Lost Lagoon"

Wrapped in all her summer harmonies - Emily Pauline Johnson "Low Tide at St. Andrews"

Half-lost memories of some old dream - Emily Pauline Johnson "Low Tide at St. Andrews"

And meets with sun-lost lip - Emily Pauline Johnson "Marshlands"

Sail up the silence - Emily Pauline Johnson "Marshlands"

Steals twilight and its shadows - Emily Pauline Johnson "Marshlands"

Wind through the dreaming fire - Emily Pauline Johnson "Moonset"

Chanting vespers to the sea - Emily Pauline Johnson "Moonset"

Like network threads of fire - Emily Pauline Johnson "Nocturne"

A hundred steeples on the sky out-lining - Emily Pauline Johnson "Nocturne"

Fettered in midwinter's crystal chains - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Pilot of the Plains"

And the world of the willing hand - Emily Pauline Johnson "Prairie Greyhounds"

A wilderness of thorn and rue - Emily Pauline Johnson "A Prodigal"

Makes the power of the Lion's jaw - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Riders of the Plain"

The best that blood contains - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Riders of the Plain"

The music of a thousand wings - E. Pauline Johnson "Shadow River"

Fixed and stern as fate's decree - Emily Pauline Johnson "Silhouette"

Through the yellow plumes of goldenrod - Emily Pauline Johnson "Thistle-down"

Blossoms with a thousand thorns afret - Emily Pauline Johnson "Thistle-down"

Walk the cheerless shore - E. Pauline Johnson "Through Time and Bitter Distance"

Some shadow of your eyes - E. Pauline Johnson "Through Time and Bitter Distance"

Come you here on haunting quest - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Trail to Lillooet"

Calling through the seas and silence - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Trail to Lillooet"

Points of opal in the crescent coronet - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Trail to Lillooet"

Savage of breed and of bone - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Train Dogs"

The spoils of the hunger's moon - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Train Dogs"

In a liquid mass of rubies sleeps - Emily Pauline Johnson "Under Canvas"

With opiates for idleness to quaff - Emily Pauline Johnson "Under Canvas"

That worry the sunless west - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Vagabonds"

When you whisper to the moon - Emily Pauline Johnson "Where Leaps the Ste. Marie"

Ventures forth along the edge of night - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Wolf"

A worthless prairie vagabond - Emily Pauline Johnson "The Wolf"

Denied the wines of life - Emily Pauline Johnson "Workworn"

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Each affliction bear a greater beauty - Eva A. Jessye "To a Rosebud"

Beauty springing from the sod - Eva A. Jessye "To a Rosebud"

Sweetness as well as incense from the urn - Eva A. Jessye "To a Rosebud"

Enshrouds the throne of God - Eva A. Jessye "To a Rosebud"

This lesson I disclose - Eva A. Jessye "To a Rosebud"

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Wait in the still eternity - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Black Woman"

Fate's deadly contraband - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Calling Dreams"

My heart against the ground - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Calling Dreams"

Shall separate the dust - Georgia Douglas Johnson " Common Dust"

Frail children of sorrow - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Hope"

Dethroned by a hue - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Hope"

No night is omnipotent - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Hope"

In the depth of the seed - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Hope"

Said good-bye to despair - Georgia Douglas Johnson "I've Learned to Sing"

Bends the skies to me - Georgia Douglas Johnson "I've Learned to Sing"

Of hope grown to maturity - Georgia Douglas Johnson "I've Learned to Sing"

Though the rungs of fortune perish - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Let Me Not Lose My Dream"

Lest anguish tear my dreams - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Let Me Not Lose My Dream"

The sweet, dulcet pipes of tomorrow - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Promise"

A break of a cloud's coiling shadow - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Promise"

Phantom happiness - Georgia Douglas Johnson “Quest”

Knocked at every door - Georgia Douglas Johnson “Quest”

The curtains of eternal night - Georgia Douglas Johnson “Quest”

The things that fetter me - Georgia Douglas Johnson "When I Rise Up"

Like incense comes to me - Georgia Douglas Johnson "When I Rise Up"

In the narrowest nest in a corner - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Your World"

Where the skyline encircled the sea - Georgia Douglas Johnson "Your World"

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Red is a secret in the trees - Taylor Johnson "Art Movie"

The winterlight consumes the field - Taylor Johnson "Art Movie"

A saxophone that tells on me - Taylor Johnson "Art Movie"

Thirst is a way of knowing - Taylor Johnson "Club 2718"

My addiction to private property - Taylor Johnson "Club 2718"

To be a student of regret - Taylor Johnson "Club 2718"

Repetition is my language - Taylor Johnson "Derrida/Coleman"

Before becoming music - Taylor Johnson "Derrida/Coleman"

Bats emerging now from the chimneys - Taylor Johnson "8th & Ingraham"

Bats listening for the cicadas' echo - Taylor Johnson "8th & Ingraham"

The cicadas sounding out the future - Taylor Johnson "8th & Ingraham"

Sounding out the future through repetition - Taylor Johnson "8th & Ingraham"

Turn the river in me - Taylor Johnson "Go-Go Ode"

My enemy is distance - Taylor Johnson "Menace to"

Something my enemies can't eat - Taylor Johnson "Menace to"

My enemy, silent and personal - Taylor Johnson "Menace to"

Trying to find the door to nothingness - Taylor Johnson "Nocturne"

Only to return moondrunk, bramble-laden - Taylor Johnson "Nocturne"

Dying honey and lemon rind - Taylor Johnson "States of Decline"

Sweetening into the blue velvet - Taylor Johnson "States of Decline"

The window that never opens - Taylor Johnson "States of Decline"

Salting her death in the wind house - Taylor Johnson "States of Decline"

Pleasure made into light - Taylor Johnson "W 177th & Broadway"

Technicolor and twilight-made - Taylor Johnson "W 177th & Broadway"

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Beat the world in falsehood - Ebenezer Jones "The Hand"

As one who seeks a knife - Ebenezer Jones "The Hand"

To no one out of heaven - Ebenezer Jones "The Hand"

Turning round with face unscathed - Ebenezer Jones "When the World is Burning"

Gentle flames will glide - Ebenezer Jones "When the World is Burning"

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Has driven her chariot to Heaven - Fenton Johnson "Aunt Jane Allen"

The music of a peasant people - Fenton Johnson "The Banjo Player"

As welcome as the violets in March - Fenton Johnson "The Banjo Player"

With the steel of brotherhood - Fenton Johnson "Children of the Sun"

We are the star-dust folk - Fenton Johnson "Children of the Sun"

Reared for us a mystic throne - Fenton Johnson "Children of the Sun"

Merely chaff from life's storehouse - Fenton Johnson "Harlem: The Black City"

For devil's grain we barter souls - Fenton Johnson "Harlem: The Black City"

Give not to them the lotus leaf - Fenton Johnson "Harlem: The Black City"

And rest content in wine and nectar - Fenton Johnson "The Marathon Runner"

The tendon bands that hold my soul - Fenton Johnson "The Marathon Runner"

Hear the maddening cheers of men - Fenton Johnson "The Marathon Runner"

Wandering by the carefree stream - Fenton Johnson "The Miracle"

From a vision red with war - Fenton Johnson "The New Day"

With the crying blood of millions - Fenton Johnson "The New Day"

Golden grain will greet the morning - Fenton Johnson "The New Day"

The fight of others in the trenches of Mars - Fenton Johnson "The New Day"

Weighed us down as Samson in the temple - Fenton Johnson "The New Day"

Forever winding to purple dreaming - Fenton Johnson "Revery"

Woven from the cloth of Tyre - Fenton Johnson "The Vision of Lazarus"

Washed of every crimson stain - Fenton Johnson "The Vision of Lazarus"

A rose crowned song - Fenton Johnson "Your Soul and Mine"

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Framed in a sky of gold - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "I Saw You"

Against the crowding dark - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "I Saw You"

Shading into sky of gold - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "In Summer Twilight"

A friendly sunbeam's flutter - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "In Summer Twilight"

The stars swing back the curtain - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "In Summer Twilight"

Once was held by mystic sway - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "To a Skull"

Sipped of cups that wisdom banned - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "To a Skull"

Till time withers with his kiss - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "To a Skull"

Laugh in cynic vein - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "To a Skull"

Ere I pass life's sunset stile - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "To a Skull"

The myriad gleams that light the night - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "The Universe"

From our hearse of changing dust - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "The Universe"

A cold and vanished year - Joshua Henry Jones, Jr. "A Wish"

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Told by the sound of bells - Lawrence Joseph "A Fable"

Issues of eternal time - Lawrence Joseph "A Fable"

Of an infinity of reasons - Lawrence Joseph "Here in a State of Tectonic Tension"

An infinity of conflagrations - Lawrence Joseph "Here in a State of Tectonic Tension"

Barefoot on shards of glass - Lawrence Joseph "In a Post-Bubble Credit-Collapse Environment"

The absolute freedom to recombine - Lawrence Joseph "In Parentheses"

Ambitious experiments in destruction - Lawrence Joseph "In Parentheses"

Strong impressions of eternity - Lawrence Joseph "In Parentheses"

Imploded into existence - Lawrence Joseph "On Nature"

A tangle of tenses and parallel thoughts - Lawrence Joseph "So Where Are We?"

In the depths of silent time - Lawrence Joseph "So Where Are We?"

Washed by spacious light - Lawrence Joseph "Water Street"

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A renegade fragment of the sun - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

That fled that hellish furnace - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

A flat frozen pond suspended between the planets - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

Anger began as music - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

Turtles evolved from knuckles - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

An accidental import from Spain - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

Stretched always toward the furthest limit - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

Gently stroke the surface of stars - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

Desire to inscribe a comet's orbit - Troy Jollimore "On the Origins of Things"

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In podcast and electronic ink - Fady Joudah "[...]"

Pump you to their minds - Fady Joudah "[...]"

Circulate you unimagined - Fady Joudah "[...]"

Empathy loves the damaged - Fady Joudah "[...]"

To tell the future what to be - Fady Joudah "[...]"

Can fracture natural bonds - Fady Joudah "[...]"

On whose edges the last escape is infinite - Fady Joudah "Black Hole"

In which time spins differently - Fady Joudah "Black Hole"

The beloved nameless beyond erasure - Fady Joudah "Blue Shift"

A consolation that doesn't outlive hope - Fady Joudah "Blue Shift"

Grow old to face east - Fady Joudah "Canopus"

When we decipher memory - Fady Joudah "Carbon Copies"

Until my heart broke me awake - Fady Joudah "Dehiscence"

With a dry face and a cloven heart - Fady Joudah "Dehiscence"

Wed stars to beget an alphabet - Fady Joudah "Descending, Rising"

Memory cast a vote in our intuition - Fady Joudah "Descending, Rising"

An immersion in nine alphabets - Fady Joudah "Domicile, House, Cusp"

The patience I pour over loss - Fady Joudah "Domicile, House, Cusp"

Across a hundred and one faces - Fady Joudah "Domicile, House, Cusp"

A chair for a voice, a desk for the wind - Fady Joudah "Domicile, House, Cusp"

Grateful to the music of frontiers - Fady Joudah "Elegy for a Kaleidoscope"

We hold the present responsible - Fady Joudah "Epithalamion"

The wind does not discriminate - Fady Joudah "Every Hour Has an Animal"

Wretched importers of the sublime - Fady Joudah "Every Hour Has an Animal"

Art and ashes of light - Fady Joudah "Gemini"

Your silence was a mask - Fady Joudah "The Holy Embraces the Holy"

At the interface a mirror - Fady Joudah "The Holy Embraces the Holy"

No chronology sustains you - Fady Joudah "The Holy Embraces the Holy"

Your sadness unbuttons my heart - Fady Joudah "The Holy Embraces the Holy"

Weather invariably comes with maps - Fady Joudah "Isomers & Isotopes"

From a height I had no business reaching - Fady Joudah "Libra"

The noble civil war of sleep - Fady Joudah "Libra"

A chase frees me of gravity - Fady Joudah "Libra"

The precious lunacy of translation - Fady Joudah "Mausoleum for a Scorpio"

The moment I bound with your blood - Fady Joudah "Oxygen"

On a filament tethered to a star - Fady Joudah "Pisces"

A straight line on the lucid path - Fady Joudah "Pisces"

Through a tunnel of kid gloves and landmines - Fady Joudah "The Poem as Epiphyte"

Catching my limbs in sequels and spoofs - Fady Joudah "The Poem as Epiphyte"

In my dreams I do not hope - Fady Joudah "The Poem as Epiphyte"

My cactus heart and kelp forest - Fady Joudah "The Poem as Epiphyte"

And the space between raindrops a shelter - Fady Joudah "The Poem as Epiphyte"

Empire warps the soul for show - Fady Joudah "Problems of Moon Language"

A pointer to future liberation - Fady Joudah "Sandra Bland, Texas"

If it is resuscitation I seek - Fady Joudah "Sandra Bland, Texas"

Order and disorder in a waltz - Fady Joudah "Sandra Bland, Texas"

Chains of absolute ghosts - Fady Joudah "Sandra Bland, Texas"

What is the threshold for suffering - Fady Joudah "Sandra Bland, Texas"

The rest was born as movement - Fady Joudah "Sirius"

More than starlight in ashes - Fady Joudah "Sirius"

More cloud than ground - Fady Joudah "Sirius"

The wavelength of euphoria - Fady Joudah "Taurus"

In the shadow of a stranger tongue - Fady Joudah "Taurus"

The first winter after their exodus - Fady Joudah "Things You've Never Seen"

The space between raindrops a shelter - Fady Joudah "Three Leaps of the Gazelle"

Distant from bees and flowers - Fady Joudah "Unacknowledged Pollinators"

Bees in the mouth - Fady Joudah "Unacknowledged Pollinators"

Light isn't refused - Fady Joudah "Unacknowledged Pollinators"

To dissect my paradise - Fady Joudah "Unacknowledged Pollinators"

Had no wings for the journey back - Fady Joudah "Venus Cycle"

Spring lasts longer than its bloom - Fady Joudah "Venus Cycle"

I enter already assimilated - Fady Joudah "Venus Cycle"

Of mouths that drink from Lethe - Fady Joudah "Year of the Metal Dog"

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Beneath a scathing sun - A.M. Juster "An Apostle Falls"

Too proud for penance - A.M. Juster "An Apostle Falls"

Cascades of new betrayals - A.M. Juster "Autoimmune Attack"

Chalice that unearthly light - A.M. Juster "Behold"

Stop, besieged by underbrush - A.M. Juster "I Sit Half-Naked"

The fire the possible becomes - A.M. Juster "The impossible in which I believe"

Never ghostless as it glows - A.M. Juster "The impossible in which I believe"

Wake to a diminished world - A.M. Juster "A Midsummer Night's Hangover"

Lattices of rusted lace - A.M. Juster "No Man's Island"

The sky where there was none - A.M. Juster "No Man's Island"

Thinned by crows and frost - A.M. Juster "Sundowning"

Ravenous and jagged blue - A.M. Juster "Surveillance"

In glittering, corrosive sun - A.M. Juster "Surveillance"

Awash in wonder and wrath - A.M. Juster "Three Visitors"

A long thin flow of hope - A.M. Juster "Triptych: Dream, Convenience Store, Bar"

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Narcissus cries and Echo answers - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "April"

Every empty hour is wrought of gold - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "As a Still Brook"

Gathered from a lost retreat - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "As in a Rose-Jar"

Retrace her silent footsteps - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "As in a Rose-Jar"

Deep within the vase of memory - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "As in a Rose-Jar"

The ecstasy of madly listening - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "At the Window"

As knights ride by to meet the foe - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "A Ballade of Old Romance"

Whose name was written in the sand - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "Derelicts"

Counting its heart-beats on the dial - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "Derelicts"

Two boats upon a sea of glass - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "Derelicts"

Irony of human vow - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "Impression"

Reveal the mystic hidden rune - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "In Days of Old"

To find the slopes of asphodel - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "In Days of Old"

Long shadows of the cypress gloom - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "The Island"

Sweet rosemary within the lane - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "Remembrance"

The fragrant blooms of memory - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "Remembrance"

An opal from some elfin treasury - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "A Sea Spell"

In filmy gossamer and soft brocade - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "A Sea Spell"

The golden bowl with its glowing fire - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "A Song of Life"

Jove laughs at the lover's vow - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "The Sport of a God"

The field where sky and violet blend - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "Violets"

With wild regrets and silent pain - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "Violets"

Find the heart of the world - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "A Voice from the Far Away"

To answer the wind at play - Thomas S. Jones, Jr. "You and I"

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Braids myths in her hair - Linda Susan Jackson "Improvisation on Them"

Pleasure in being in complete - Linda Susan Jackson "Improvisation on Them"

Movement in a still life - Linda Susan Jackson "Improvisation on Them"

Had no great plans to live happily ever after - Linda Susan Jackson "Nailing Things Down"

Tamping down the day's anarchy - Linda Susan Jackson "Nailing Things Down"

Vibrating like a dusty contralto - Linda Susan Jackson "Nailing Things Down"

Brushed with someone else's perfume - Linda Susan Jackson "Nailing Things Down"

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Through desert tracts of Silence and of Night - Sir Nizamat Jung "Prologue"

Shadowy forms that mock and flee - Sir Nizamat Jung "Prologue"

The flame that from dark ashes springs - Sir Nizamat Jung "I: Rebirth"

The zone to which the stars aspire - Sir Nizamat Jung "III: Before the Throne"

Deep thoughts without a name - Sir Nizamat Jung "IV: Worship"

With a heart absolved and pure - Sir Nizamat Jung "V: Unity"

Whose eye transfixes with a fiery dart - Sir Nizamat Jung "V: Unity"

Rings with Hope's unuttered songs -Sir Nizamat Jung "VI: Love's Silence"

From earthly hopes debarred - Sir Nizamat Jung "VII: The Sublime Hope"

Bitter tribute wrong from hearts of woe - Sir Nizamat Jung "VIII: The Heart of Love"

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But shepherds have never required sheep - Tracina Jackson-Adams "Shepherds in the Night"

Just wolves to guard them from - Tracina Jackson-Adams "Shepherds in the Night"

On which the stars could pierce like elfshot - Tracina Jackson-Adams "Shepherds in the Night"

Were experts on stars before astronomy had a name - Tracina Jackson-Adams "Shepherds in the Night"

For fear of wolves or shepherds in the night - Tracina Jackson-Adams "Shepherds in the Night"

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A nightly spell of sleep falls heavy - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Blue whales undulate their slow song - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Gentle flotsam of an oceanic dream - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

A keepsake of my savage grief - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Artifacts of deaths that no one died - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Ashes brimming with unnamed souls - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

We could not save each other or ourselves - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Disappeared into sound dressed in gray - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Foucault lectures to the ghosts of crows - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Distanced itself and sang of its guilty blood - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Forgive these ravenous waves for demanding sacrifice - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

Pain is a difficult animal to domesticate - Mónica Alexandra Jiménez "Theft"

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Wrapped her in a shawl of woven sparks - Emily Jiang & R.B. Lemberg "Salamander Song"

A shawl of sparks over a story I have never told - Emily Jiang & R.B. Lemberg "Salamander Song"

Leaving behind nothing but amber - Emily Jiang & R.B. Lemberg "Salamander Song"

All of that yearning to live on in burning - Emily Jiang & R.B. Lemberg "Salamander Song"

Tame in your hearths but not in my heart - Emily Jiang & R.B. Lemberg "Salamander Song"

That coils and encircles my heart - Emily Jiang & R.B. Lemberg "Salamander Song"

All of that burning to anchor the yearning - Emily Jiang & R.B. Lemberg "Salamander Song"

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Looking for you in between - Jacqueline Johnson "Oracle"

Altar where all truth is dispensed - Jacqueline Johnson "Oracle"

Cowrie shells, tea leaves, coins - Jacqueline Johnson "Oracle"

No time for ritual either - Jacqueline Johnson "Oracle"

Offering neither tea nor directions - Jacqueline Johnson "Oracle"

Shine into the brilliance of an overly lit sky - Jacqueline Johnson "Oracle"

Opening a doorway to the extraordinary - Jacqueline Johnson "Oracle"

You have rightly already forgotten - Jacqueline Johnson "Oracle"

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Duty still demands the sweating brow, the weary hands - Edwin R. Johnson "Death in Life" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.5, Nov. 1864]

Existence stands with an appeal we cannot shun - Edwin R. Johnson "Death in Life" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.5, Nov. 1864]

With all its fancied sweetness missed - Edwin R. Johnson "Death in Life" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.5, Nov. 1864]

And left us to its heir in thrall - Edwin R. Johnson "Death in Life" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.5, Nov. 1864]

And ushered by the phantom Fear - Edwin R. Johnson "Death in Life" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.5, Nov. 1864]

As wailing winds went in and out - Edwin R. Johnson "Death in Life" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.5, Nov. 1864]

Came slowly down the dismal shore - Edwin R. Johnson "Death in Life" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.5, Nov. 1864]

May be the seed of success to-morrow - Edwin R. Johnson "Who Knows?" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Know that the worm had conquered all - Edwin R. Johnson "Who Knows?" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Had forever secured his plunder - Edwin R. Johnson "Who Knows?" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

What parts them but a fleeting breath? - Edwin R. Johnson "Who Knows?" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

The dream that mocks our sleep - Edwin R. Johnson "Who Knows?" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

Morn breaks on the longest night of sorrow - Edwin R. Johnson "Who Knows?" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.3, Sept. 1864]

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only the trees are allowed to grieve - Tanque R. Jones "Among the Oaks"

seasoned by tears and rage - Tanque R. Jones "Chitterlings and Collard Greens"

we are those tough bitter stems and pits - Tanque R. Jones "Chitterlings and Collard Greens"

drifting under a wooden sky - Tanque R. Jones "Eight Months"

expecting only coldness and hard times - Tanque R. Jones "Fractions"

magpies that flay blackbirds - Tanque R. Jones "Hany"

a patchwork of frayed acceptance - Tanque R. Jones "Hany"

in the divine light of anticipation - Tanque R. Jones "Heaven"

rosy cheeks plumped with rapture - Tanque R. Jones "Heaven"

invisible hands ripping us from ether - Tanque R. Jones "Heaven"

escorted by a congregation of flies - Tanque R. Jones "I Thought To"

and the sound of perpetual praise - Tanque R. Jones "Metamorphosis"

settle my feet against limitless earth - Tanque R. Jones "Metamorphosis"

backbone rigid from dreadful expectation - Tanque R. Jones "Metamorphosis"

while their young enemies feast on milkweed - Tanque R. Jones "Monarch"

in that epoch between hope and acceptance - Tanque R. Jones "Monarch"

the space between the flash and thunder - Tanque R. Jones "Morning Time"

leading me through another night of dreams - Tanque R. Jones "Morning Time"

a new day preordained by my captors - Tanque R. Jones "Morning Time"

contemplate how to defeat our Hannibal - Tanque R. Jones "Scipio"

should the battle end by fire - Tanque R. Jones "Scipio"

in fields filled with jagged rocks - Tanque R. Jones "Slave-Feet"

eternity on slightly smoother surfaces - Tanque R. Jones "Slave-Feet"

lifelines to be colored with earth - Tanque R. Jones "Slave-Hands"

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Must be driven still in restlessness - Amanda Jernigan "Years, Months, and Days"

I've come so very far from nothingness - Amanda Jernigan "Years, Months, and Days"

Ask who shrives the heart - Amanda Jernigan "Years, Months, and Days"

Whose birthright is to return to dust - Amanda Jernigan "Years, Months, and Days"

Light locked against us - Amanda Jernigan "Years, Months, and Days"

Flesh being grass, grass being bread - Amanda Jernigan "Years, Months, and Days"

Oppose the chosen number of my days - Amanda Jernigan "Years, Months, and Days"

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A thousand million scoops, and seven hundred stairs - James Johnson "The Busy Bees"

Eleven hundred sticks they cut - James Johnson "The Busy Bees"

Has ever stood the best in this world's show - James Johnson "The Busy Bees"

Coaxed him in with marmalade - James Johnson "Sugar and Spice"

Or you'll come in for blame - James Johnson "Sugar and Spice"

Be hid beneath some passing shame - James Johnson "Sugar and Spice"

Better to clear keep of ev'ry brawl - James Johnson [From the chapter header verses in Sugar and Spice on Project Gutenberg]

Smile and work in some slight groove - James Johnson [From the chapter header verses in Sugar and Spice on Project Gutenberg]

But in life they'll prosper never - James Johnson [From the chapter header verses in Sugar and Spice on Project Gutenberg]

If all's true that I've heard spoke - James Johnson [From the chapter header verses in Sugar and Spice on Project Gutenberg]

Some flowers waft scent to the skies - James Johnson [From the chapter header verses in Sugar and Spice on Project Gutenberg]

Use wax, and thread, and awl - James Johnson [From the chapter header verses in Sugar and Spice on Project Gutenberg]

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My spine a lightning rod for shudders - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Barren architecture of creatures long past - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Abandoned barns, houses and family graveyards - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

With the bones inside us silently howling - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Faded polaroids stacked in a keepsake box - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

The tendrils of his memory clutch my hear - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Staring into the spaces between spaces - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Long after midnight, swaddled in dreams - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Drifted down the steps in an ebony fog - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Black, curdling fog climbing into their nostrils - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

A white stucco ceiling with its million spider-cracks - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Reminding me I was all bones beneath - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Barren architecture of creatures long past - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Strange fossils for future archaeologists - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

First, he became the bones of wistful memory - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

His atoms dispersed into a black fog - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

Until absorbed by yellowed floral wallpaper - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

A faint tinkling melody, warped with time - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

The hearts of those very few with open ears - Tylor James "I Grew Up in a Haunted House"

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Some wild machine fizzing with lightning - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

Hurtling through the aeons - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

You'll be amazed what you can forget - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

There you go, right through the pavement - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

It does feel a bit like falling - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

Which opens your door to the past - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

And explore your memoryscape - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

Because life carried on around you - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

Will always bring you home again - Sarah Jackson "The Time Bureau Came to Careers Day"

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Outside is a stage & I'm a pretty player - Jzl Jmz "Drenched in Reflection"

I love what I see on the other side of myself - Jzl Jmz "Drenched in Reflection"

Trying not to blame me for any danger I dodge - Jzl Jmz "Drenched in Reflection"

I live in the empty hands discombobulated bastards - Jzl Jmz "Drenched in Reflection"

I am shards of selves - Jzl Jmz "Drenched in Reflection"

the illicit behind a fiberoptic veil - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

obstruction is a kind of foreplay - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

i build an economy on anything i can - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

you take & taste my acquired time - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

take what wilts from my lips - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

where every fantasy i try leaves me dead - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

my tongue is bile & tomorrow - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

the overgrown prophecy i am to witness - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

some end time we have already faced - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

the prophecy lives to overgrow the witness - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

no future belongs to my body - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

my testimony is the absolute of what i know - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

will truth survive the transmission? - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

reveal the half-life of the illicit - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

unmake myself as a means of delay - Jzl Jmz "Exhibition"

madness is always a hunger - Jzl Jmz "I Have a New Obsession with Bones"

what is present when the flesh rots away? - Jzl Jmz "I Have a New Obsession with Bones"

when the spirit returns to the magnitude it belongs - Jzl Jmz "I Have a New Obsession with Bones"

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I will still burn inside, impossible to extinguish - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

Tell me you will share my stories - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

The ones who hold the ancestral passage - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

Tell me the ones inside me are safe - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

Cement walls stable enough to cover them - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

Excavators & bulldozers that wait, like vultures, to ruin me - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

Don't tell me about the contracts you've made - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

Waiting to build their homes over my bones - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

How you promised to sustain me - Jacqueline Jiang "If My Body Is Dying, Tell Me You Love Me"

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The rain begins its sober comedy - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

Hidden from the cop car sleeking innocently past - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

The apotheosis of wet asphalt - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

Too dramatic to be questioned - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

What they buy is light rolled in a wave - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

Engineered to navigate an illusion of deep water - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

So insular, so quiet, it enters the earth - Mark Jarman "The Black Riviera"

Darting plunderer of gnat hordes - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The distant bark of sea lions gives nothing away - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The ironbark eucalyptus dwells in ignorance and beauty - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The news will take some time to get here - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

From memories of sunlight and clear water - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The way a trellis shadow cages light - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Those phosphorescent shoulders of the night surf - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

An agitation in the falling water of creatures set to glowing - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Which we perceived as incandescent wonder - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Our hearts filled by the light of crashing down - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Gasping and giving up a ghost of spray - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Waking at nightfall like the other monsters - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Arson is hardly required to set your body burning - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Flame wind, ember wind, wind of moonlit smoke - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Rolling a fog of ash downhill to sea - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The pelican takes a hatchet to the water - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

A faceted galleon perfect for a song - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

Had returned from dry land back to water - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

All memory of other motion swept back in your wake - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The owls will call among the eucalyptus - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The white tailed kite will arc across the mesa - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

And our paired silhouettes are waiting for us - Mark Jarman "Dispatches from Devereux Slough"

The loving geometry that sketched your bones - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

The cloudy zenith whence your soul descended - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

In shimmering rivulets across pure granite - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

A single braided stream into the skull's cup - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

The first time you conceived of justice - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

How you understood the inheritance of first principles - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

And erected temples like thunderheads - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

As if it were penicillin or the speed of light - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Consider the first knowledge of otherness - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

When I learn of your enterprising viciousness - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Turns another into a robot or a parasite or a maniac - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Restore life to those you have killed - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Trust to those you have betrayed - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Will know that it contains my blessing - Mark Jarman "If I Were Paul"

Was welcome on that shore of recognition - Mark Jarman "The Mermaid"

Barred at the threshold till we cleaned the tar - Mark Jarman "The Mermaid"

Gave me a new word to say for home - Mark Jarman "The Mermaid"

Have come home laughing from the feast for Robert Burns - Mark Jarman "My Parents Have Come Home Laughing"

Have bent double in the glittering frost - Mark Jarman "My Parents Have Come Home Laughing"

The strength to keep laughing breaks in a sigh - Mark Jarman "My Parents Have Come Home Laughing"

Roland's horn resounds through ages - Mark Jarman "Song of Roland"

Roland's song comes down from the Pyrenees - Mark Jarman "Song of Roland"

With wild olives bending down to drink - Mark Jarman "Spell for Encanto Creek"

To look at their two shadows on your surface - Mark Jarman "Spell for Encanto Creek"

A wave in the silk of white water - Mark Jarman "The Supremes"

Leaving again for points north and east - Mark Jarman "The Supremes"

Full of simple sweetness and repetition - Mark Jarman "The Supremes"

The hulks of burned out houses stand unrazed - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

In winter bearded with fire truck ice - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

Only at a distance can it be loved - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

Those mean little squares and boulevards - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

Boulevards sprouting their haystraw weeds - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

Corners where small hilarities gathered, teasing - Mark Jarman "Tale of Two Cities"

The lily clothed to make Solomon rue his glory - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

What leap takes off from here towards evolution - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

Pointing the way to the pearly everlasting - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

Eons made the flower and flowers have their agendas - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

Whatever the population of the field - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

More than a lifetime to construct that airport - Mark Jarman "Then Saw the Problem"

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Poor Art with struggling gasp - James Weldon Johnson "Art vs. Trade"

The blight of sunless days - James Weldon Johnson "Beauty That is Never Old"

Nights of starless skies - James Weldon Johnson "Beauty That is Never Old"

The power my rooted limbs to start - James Weldon Johnson "Before a Painting"

Distiller of the balm of rest - James Weldon Johnson "Blessed Sleep"

On sleep's faint-beating wings - James Weldon Johnson "Blessed Sleep"

Filtered through fifteen generations - James Weldon Johnson "Brothers--American Drama"

The muttered curse of dying men - James Weldon Johnson "Brothers--American Drama"

The echo of the stifled cry - James Weldon Johnson "Brothers--American Drama"

While archangels strike the lyre - James Weldon Johnson "Christmas Carol"

The lightning wrote an unknown language - James Weldon Johnson "The Crucifixion"

Wait with the trembling stars - James Weldon Johnson "Down by the Carib Sea"

The patient palm tree watching - James Weldon Johnson "Down by the Carib Sea"

Like a rose of the south - James Weldon Johnson "Down by the Carib Sea"

That, bursting, lets a thousand colors fly - James Weldon Johnson "Down by the Carib Sea"

And riot among the clouds - James Weldon Johnson "Down By the Carib Sea"

Deepening in purple, flaming in gold - James Weldon Johnson "Down by the Carib Sea"

Fading through all of the tints of the rose - James Weldon Johnson "Down by the Carib Sea"

These transient joys of earth - James Weldon Johnson "A Dream"

If the smouldering future should inspire - James Weldon Johnson "Envoy"

To try the seer's prophetic lyre - James Weldon Johnson "Envoy"

To make a weapon of my song - James Weldon Johnson "Envoy"

Lived within a mighty age - James Weldon Johnson "Fifty Years"

Bent bare beneath a ruthless sun - James Weldon Johnson "Fifty Years"

Of victory on field and flood - James Weldon Johnson "Fifty Years"

The far horizon's beckoning span - James Weldon Johnson "Fifty Years"

Quenched the fires lit by their breath - James Weldon Johnson "Fifty Years"

That for which millions prayed - James Weldon Johnson "Fifty Years"

Of slighted gems and treasured clay - James Weldon Johnson "Ghosts of the Old Year"

Shadowed by Sorrow's somber wing - James Weldon Johnson "The Gift to Sing"

With glad defiance in my throat - James Weldon Johnson "The Gift to Sing"

Brood not over the broken past - James Weldon Johnson "The Gift to Sing"

The hoofs of his horse struck fire - James Weldon Johnson "Go Down Death--A Funeral Sermon"

Leaving the lightning's flash behind - James Weldon Johnson "Go Down Death--A Funeral Sermon"

Go up to a tearless sky - James Weldon Johnson "The Greatest of These Is War"

Fall back upon an earth of ashes - James Weldon Johnson "The Greatest of These Is War"

Through the murky vaults of hell - James Weldon Johnson "The Greatest of These Is War"

From the summit of fifty thousand years - James Weldon Johnson "The Greatest of These Is War"

A spectre men call Duty - James Weldon Johnson "Helene"

Fight the battle in my heart - James Weldon Johnson "Helene"

Twin pools of mystic light - James Weldon Johnson "Her Eyes Twin Pools"

To sound their glamouring haze - James Weldon Johnson "Her Eyes Twin Pools"

Careless of the distant doom - James Weldon Johnson "If I Were Paris"

Laughing in the face of years - James Weldon Johnson "If I Were Paris"

Under the autumn of her skies - James Weldon Johnson "If I Were Paris"

Like seven peals of thunder - James Weldon Johnson "The Judgment Day"

One foot on the battlements - James Weldon Johnson "The Judgment Day"

And start the wheel of eternity - James Weldon Johnson "The Judgment Day"

That last, sweet waltz with you - James Weldon Johnson "The Last Waltz"

Music of no earthly theme - James Weldon Johnson "The Last Waltz"

My heart yielded in capture - James Weldon Johnson "The Last Waltz"

Through one short space of fretfulness - James Weldon Johnson "Life"

Upon an island speck of time - James Weldon Johnson "Life"

Ring with the harmonies of Liberty - James Weldon Johnson "Lift Every Voice and Sing"

The white gleam of our bright star - James Weldon Johnson "Lift Every Voice and Sing"

Drunk with the wine of the world - James Weldon Johnson "Lift Every Voice and Sing"

Like empty pitchers to a full fountain - James Weldon Johnson "Listen, Lord--A Prayer"

Open up a window of heaven - James Weldon Johnson "Listen, Lord--A Prayer"

Over the battlements of glory - James Weldon Johnson "Listen, Lord--A Prayer"

Who breaks the bread of life - James Weldon Johnson "Listen, Lord--A Prayer"

Out of the gunshot of the devil - James Weldon Johnson "Listen, Lord--A Prayer"

Beating on the iron heart of sin - James Weldon Johnson "Listen, Lord--A Prayer"

His eye to the telescope of eternity - James Weldon Johnson "Listen, Lord--A Prayer"

The paper walls of time - James Weldon Johnson "Listen, Lord--A Prayer"

Drink from the thrice bitter bowl - James Weldon Johnson "Miserable"

In the ardent breath of noon - James Weldon Johnson "Morning, Noon and Night"

Memory's bitter blight - James Weldon Johnson "Morning, Noon and Night"

The threshold of the unknown dark - James Weldon Johnson "My City"

The ancient faith of prophets - James Weldon Johnson "O Black and Unknown Bards"

The fiery spirit of the seer - James Weldon Johnson "O Black and Unknown Bards"

Forgetting all past sorrow - James Weldon Johnson "Only Trust Me"

On the harp of my heart - James Weldon Johnson "A Passing Melody"

Imparting joy, suggesting grief - James Weldon Johnson "A Passing Melody"

These cold winds circling - James Weldon Johnson "The Passionate Lover"

From thy lips the honeyed wine - James Weldon Johnson "The Passionate Lover"

Dread not the tempest bold - James Weldon Johnson "The Passionate Lover"

That burns on cupid's sacred shrine - James Weldon Johnson "The Passionate Lover"

Cursed with your father's mind - James Weldon Johnson "A Poet to His Baby Son"

Chanters of the gold and purple harvest - James Weldon Johnson "A Poet to His Baby Son"

New things in an old language - James Weldon Johnson "A Poet to His Baby Son"

As a self-imagined Atlas - James Weldon Johnson "A Poet to His Baby Son"

Go dancing through my veins - James Weldon Johnson "The Poet's Heart"

Chases darkness to the west - James Weldon Johnson "Prayer at Sunrise"

With joy to rob the day - James Weldon Johnson "Prayer at Sunrise"

Against hell's iron gate - James Weldon Johnson "The Prodigal Son"

Never lonesome in Babylon - James Weldon Johnson "The Prodigal Son"

Swallowing the fires of hell - James Weldon Johnson "The Prodigal Son"

A mystery under the moon - James Weldon Johnson "The River"

A woeful want of pristine fire - James Weldon Johnson "Saint Peter Relates an Incident of the Resurrection Day"

The prisoners of old ocean - James Weldon Johnson "Saint Peter Relates an Incident of the Resurrection Day"

The days dreamed in their flight - James Weldon Johnson "Vashti"

The muted music of the night - James Weldon Johnson "Vashti"

A robe of curious silk - James Weldon Johnson "Vashti"

That mystic bleeding stone - James Weldon Johnson "Vashti"

Twin sister to the greedy earth - James Weldon Johnson "The White Witch"

The shadow of the panther lies - James Weldon Johnson "The White Witch"

The spirit of the vampire lurks - James Weldon Johnson "The White Witch"

The last besieged retreat of love - James Weldon Johnson "The White Witch"

Ten thousand Titans' strength - James Weldon Johnson "The Word of an Engineer"

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a sensation of intricate webs - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Arachnoscientific Salvation"

place the world inside the light and look - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Light of the World"

inside its own electric equilibrium - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Light of the World"

moving world inside the light - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Light of the World"

in sylvan steampunk surroundings - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Playing Myst with a Ghost One Week in Spring"

Seagulls swirl in pixels above - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Playing Myst with a Ghost One Week in Spring"

closed doors that refuse to open - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Playing Myst with a Ghost One Week in Spring"

the daylight never changes - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Playing Myst with a Ghost One Week in Spring"

take elevators and stairs to more deserted spaces - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Playing Myst with a Ghost One Week in Spring"

angel at the beginning and ending - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Puppeteer Poetica"

the premeditated activities you call life - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Puppeteer Poetica"

in the interval between world and game - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Puppeteer Poetica"

denying you entrance to anything real - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Puppeteer Poetica"

everything that remains in the world you leave behind - Katrine Øgaard Jensen "Puppeteer Poetica"

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and conceives a holiday of feathers - Tamara Jerée "In the Cult of Nearly-Lost Dreams"

a wilted bloom is a monstrous wish - Tamara Jerée "In the Cult of Nearly-Lost Dreams"

who walk five paces behind their own footsteps - Tamara Jerée "In the Cult of Nearly-Lost Dreams"

they haunt their houses while sleeping - Tamara Jerée "In the Cult of Nearly-Lost Dreams"

the bitter tang of the dream he'll become - Tamara Jerée "In the Cult of Nearly-Lost Dreams"

forked tongue out tasting his own aimless circles - Tamara Jerée "In the Cult of Nearly-Lost Dreams"

the prints of her hands where she walked unconscious - Tamara Jerée "In the Cult of Nearly-Lost Dreams"

And exist only in my dreams - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

My favorite butterfly galaxies aren't naturally occurring - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Expansive enough to fill years' worth of slumber - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

The ascendant of a giant gaseous planet - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Gift my rings as circlets of celestial flowers - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Cleanses me with an extinct crow's feathers - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Best if we don't always reciprocate their hunger - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Dusted her computer with sacred moth wings - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Even before metal could think - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Gave his motherboard its own mirror - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Rising with copper in one hand and cadmium in the other - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

I have risked the chrysalis of my brother by telling you this - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

Gifted their children scraps of antique rockets - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

And fractioned them apart before they could reach their destinations - Tamara Jerée "Warship Captain Application [Section 29.2 Saved as Draft in SAIS]"

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A night replete with gifts of June - Elvira Jones "Communion of the Sea and Sky" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Sleep softly waved her opiate rod - Elvira Jones "Communion of the Sea and Sky" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Scarce stirred beneath its burden rare - Elvira Jones "Communion of the Sea and Sky" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

The fairest gems of midnight's store - Elvira Jones "Communion of the Sea and Sky" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Folded the pinions of my thought - Elvira Jones "Communion of the Sea and Sky" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

And deep and mute attention brought - Elvira Jones "Communion of the Sea and Sky" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

Scarce stirred within their azure caves - Elvira Jones "Communion of the Sea and Sky" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

My voice unheard to mortal throng - Elvira Jones "Communion of the Sea and Sky" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXV no.3, Sept. 1849]

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Midst multiplied cares they have such power - J. Beauchamp Jones "An Hour Among the Dead" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Refreshing to the wounded spirit's thirst - J. Beauchamp Jones "An Hour Among the Dead" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

The hopes and buds that gladdened first - J. Beauchamp Jones "An Hour Among the Dead" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

Ask no sad requiem o'er his ashes sung - J. Beauchamp Jones "An Hour Among the Dead" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

When even the dead will bid adieu - J. Beauchamp Jones "An Hour Among the Dead" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]

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An army charging upon the land - James Joyce "I Hear an Army"

Horses plunging, foam about their knees - James Joyce "I Hear an Army"

Cry unto the night their battle-name - James Joyce "I Hear an Army"

When I hear afar their whirling laughter - James Joyce "I Hear an Army"

The gloom of dreams, a blinding flame - James Joyce "I Hear an Army"

Have you no wisdom thus to despair? - James Joyce "I Hear an Army"

Pale flowers on his mantle, dark leaves on his hair - James Joyce "Strings in the Earth and Air"

And fingers straying upon an instrument - James Joyce "Strings in the Earth and Air"

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The haunting mists still folded to their bosoms - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

O'er which they had kept night-watch - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

With its wild midnight orgies overworn - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Morning twilight slowly raised its lids - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

With fearful footsteps, and affrighted gaze - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Irradiate as the astral glow of planetary lustre - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Gave forth no presage of the coming wrath - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

That suffered not a moment's waste in sorrow - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Sliding downward to abysmal night - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

And rolled on in thunderous darkness - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

Throbbing in the agitated swell of fathomless ether - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

The eternal pit had emptied forth its demons - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

With scathing breath the deluge-fire of a descending hell - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

A fierce raven screaming o'er its prey - Margaret Junkin "The Destruction of Sodom" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

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My requests solemn as prayer - Allison Joseph "The Black Santa"

Knows the secrets in my gaze - Allison Joseph "Incognito Grief: A Blues"

See the grief etched on my face - Allison Joseph "Incognito Grief: A Blues"

Who sings my name beyond the veil - Allison Joseph "Incognito Grief: A Blues"

Lurking in my carpet's dust - Allison Joseph "Incognito Grief: A Blues"

The list of gravity's costs - Allison Joseph "Incognito Grief: A Blues"

Amalgams of pilfered string and whittled sticks - Allison Joseph "My Father's Kites"

Twigs pulled straight from his garden - Allison Joseph "My Father's Kites"

Thorny roses goaded into color - Allison Joseph "My Father's Kites"

The most delicately useful of breezes - Allison Joseph "My Father's Kites"

An elastic sense of being and becoming - Allison Joseph "My Father's Kites"

Standing hushed in the aisles of bookstores - Allison Joseph "Notebooks"

Bodies moving to their own influences - Allison Joseph "Soul Train"

Who dared stare straight at the camera - Allison Joseph "Soul Train"

Hands overhead in celebration - Allison Joseph "Soul Train"

The historical atrocity of cotton - Allison Joseph "Thirty Lines About the 'Fro"

Homage, shrubbery, and revolt - Allison Joseph "Thirty Lines About the 'Fro"

More gray sneaking in each day - Allison Joseph "Thirty Lines About the 'Fro"

What sympathy in doubt - Allison Joseph "Untethered"

Demanding every shout - Allison Joseph "Untethered"

Thrive until we grieve - Allison Joseph "Untethered"

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And carry me into a seven-day kiss - June Jordan "Alla Tha's All Right, But"

That tapers down to salt poured in the breach - June Jordan "Alla Tha's All Right, But"

Not obliterate the distance or the time - June Jordan "The Bombing of Baghdad"

Tools of a terrorist undertaking - June Jordan "The Bombing of Baghdad"

Because I live inside his grave - June Jordan "The Bombing of Baghdad"

Trinkets from slow compromise - June Jordan "Ghaflah"

The abyss into which I capsized - June Jordan "Ghaflah"

Chase me down death's way - June Jordan "I guess it was my destiny to live so long"

Revenge in merciless accelerating rhythms - June Jordan "I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies"

Blossom bloody on an afternoon - June Jordan "I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies"

Must become the action of my fate - June Jordan "I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies"

Before I teach myself retaliation - June Jordan "I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies"

Must become a menace to my enemies - June Jordan "I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies"

A phantom dictate I obey - June Jordan "I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies"

In lieu of impulse and realities - June Jordan "I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies"

According to some universal stage direction - June Jordan "In Memoriam: Martin Luther King, Jr."

Share an afternoon of mourning - June Jordan "In Memoriam: Martin Luther King, Jr."

Walks among the flowers to my doorway - June Jordan "It's Hard to Keep a Clean Shirt Clean"

Prickling salt to sting our eyes - June Jordan "It's Hard to Keep a Clean Shirt Clean"

Through the darkness with his own becoming light - June Jordan "July 4, 1974"

Redeem the words of our beginning - June Jordan "Moving towards Home"

Against the relentless laughter of evil - June Jordan "Moving towards Home"

Infinity doesn't interest me - June Jordan "On a New Year's Eve"

Toward that natural first absurdity - June Jordan "On a New Year's Eve"

The flame of my single space - June Jordan "On Time Tanka"

Courage that cries out at night - June Jordan "Oughta Be a Woman"

Disclosed by the stars and the silence - June Jordan "Poem About My Rights"

Lighting the entire soft lace of the air - June Jordan "Poem for Haruko"

Luminous like particles of flame - June Jordan "Poem for Haruko"

An afternoon of apricots and water - June Jordan "Poem for Haruko"

Beside the low tide of the world - June Jordan "Poem for Haruko"

And rivers precious to the stars - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

Told old stories to the night - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

Dancing to the shadow drums - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

That humble birds to silent flight - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

My face among the wounded coins - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

Inside the tomb of all my trust - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

Isolate among the hungers of the trees - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

Tinder so long unsolicited by flame - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

A fluid holiness of spirits - June Jordan "Poem for Nana"

A gold medallion for her suffering - June Jordan "Poems for One Little Girl Blue"

Whispering imagination to the trees - June Jordan "Poem for South African Women"

Unequivocal as crystal thread - June Jordan "Problems of Translation: Problems of Language"

Undertake terrestrial forms of everything unspeakable - June Jordan "Problems of Translation: Problems of Language"

Blood rising under the Andes - June Jordan "Problems of Translation: Problems of Language"

Corrupted by the amorality of so much space - June Jordan "Problems of Translation: Problems of Language"

The face of the confession far from home - June Jordan "Problems of Translation: Problems of Language"

The commonplace expression of my heart - June Jordan "Problems of Translation: Problems of Language"

We lose the idea of the sky - June Jordan "Problems of Translation: Problems of Language"

The sky uncurling to the light - June Jordan "Problems of Translation: Problems of Language"

Our hearts will argue hard - June Jordan "Roman Poem Number Thirteen"

Winners of the wars against breathing - June Jordan "Roman Poem Number Thirteen"

A summoning forever immanent - June Jordan "6.3.96-6.4.96"

The madness of the trickster - June Jordan "6.3.96-6.4.96"

Agencies that jeopardize the birdsong - June Jordan "6.3.96-6.4.96"

Words live in the spirit of her face - June Jordan "A Song for Soweto"

Things that I do in the dark - June Jordan "These Poems"

Learning to worship the strangers - June Jordan "These Poems"

We remain out of our element - June Jordan "You Came with Shells"

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An undoer of complicated knots - Rodney Jones "For Katy"

Silenced Beethoven with one paw - Rodney Jones "For Katy"

What happens between the noun and the verb - Rodney Jones "The Language of Love"

Have to hear before they see - Rodney Jones "The Language of Love"

Using the world less and words more - Rodney Jones "The Language of Love"

Until the meanings leave - Rodney Jones "The Watergate"

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Beets made into involuntary supports - Mary Jo LoBello Jerome "Tomato Intuition"

To tie-back or prune branches is useless - Mary Jo LoBello Jerome "Tomato Intuition"

Finally surrender the need for control - Mary Jo LoBello Jerome "Tomato Intuition"

Flower and fruit overflow - Mary Jo LoBello Jerome "Tomato Intuition"

These sweet and acid gifts - Mary Jo LoBello Jerome "Tomato Intuition"

Give thanks for the persistent, the genuine - Mary Jo LoBello Jerome "Tomato Intuition"

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The coincidence of language and time - Omotara James "A Flair for Language"

Took the night with me - Omotara James "Half Girl, Then Elegy"

Delicate with the infinite - Omotara James "Half Girl, Then Elegy"

Through the wound of my life - Omotara James "Pier 52"

Such is the promise of light - Omotara James "Pier 52"

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Empty interstate by starlight - Richard Jones "Rest"

Flying along in a dream - Richard Jones "Rest"

Alive with shapes and shadows - Richard Jones "Rest"

Keep watch over the wayfarers - Richard Jones "Rest"

Tiptoed into darkened rooms of sleep - Richard Jones "Rest"

A perfect oasis in the moonlight - Richard Jones "Rest"

Exit ramps lined with eighteen wheelers - Richard Jones "Rest"

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Fickle light on barren blossoms - Elinor Jenkins "April Nights"

Strewn upon the night - Elinor Jenkins "April Nights"

With endless wisdom sad - Elinor Jenkins "Artificial Light"

Waifs in a blasted world - Elinor Jenkins "Artificial Light"

Spectres feared and then forgot - Elinor Jenkins "Dreams Trespassing"

Shield them from that jeopardy - Elinor Jenkins "Dreams Trespassing"

The sun remembered Golgotha - Elinor Jenkins "Ecce Homo!"

Aware of all our precious fears - Elinor Jenkins "H.S.T. Requiescat"

Till all the eternal stars shall wane - Elinor Jenkins "H.S.T. Requiescat"

Whose couriers knocked on every heart - Elinor Jenkins "The Last Evening"

Strange shapes and grieves ghosts - Elinor Jenkins "The Last Evening"

Borrowed a bubble courage - Elinor Jenkins "The Last Evening"

A leaven of mirth most bitter sweet - Elinor Jenkins "The Letter"

Winds that walk the stair of heaven - Elinor Jenkins "The Letter"

Fire-eyed wraiths of daffodils - Elinor Jenkins "The Lovers' Walk"

The grey dew keeps no traces - Elinor Jenkins "The Lovers' Walk"

Lighter than the bat's shrill cry - Elinor Jenkins "The Lovers' Walk"

Penance for an unknown crime - Elinor Jenkins "Poppyfields"

A flight of scarlet locusts fallen - Elinor Jenkins "Poppyfields"

Memory's stars that shake for cold - Elinor Jenkins "Sunset"

Through all perils laughed - Elinor Jenkins "Sursum Corda"

Last year's fading yield - Elinor Jenkins "To H.S.T."

Night's first timid star - Elinor Jenkins "Veronica"

All mysteries sad and sweet - Elinor Jenkins "Veronica"

Strange merchants of a stranger merchandise - Elinor Jenkins "Wind-pedlars"

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Setting aside the endless to-do lists - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Kaōnōn"

When I am submerged in catastrophe - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Kaōnōn"

Rooted against the tides - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Kaōnōn"

To commit to enduring - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Kaōnōn"

And is my loneliness capable of that kind of enduring - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Kaōnōn"

Orange creeping vines, parasitic, protecting you - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Kaōnōn"

Legacies rolling out like multicolored marbles - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Nice Voice"

At the bottom of a wishing well - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Seawall soliloquy number two: she built a seawall"

Building seawalls higher and higher - Kathy Jetñil-Kijiner "Seawall soliloquy number two: she built a seawall"

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Six daughters gather space and time - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"

Recipes as old as the cauldron - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"

Sizzles a sermon from the stove - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"

Soaked with breeze and sun - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"

Jelly jars tinted with homemade whiskey - Parneshia Jones "Congregation"

Wide awake in their nightmares - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"

Could drown standing up - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"

Fear death no longer - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"

This grief with no name - Parneshia Jones "My Mother and Lucille Clifton Have Tea"

I stand before my routine reflection - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

The new wreckage of the world - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

Dawn oversees percolating coffee - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

And seal cracked lips of distrust - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

Another day of fractured humans - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

Slammed, severed, and swindled - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

Platinum but hollow inside - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

One step closer to annihilation - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

The last of the disappearing bees - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

Tasted empathy and paid it forward - Parneshia Jones "What Would Gwendolyn Brooks Do"

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Through mullein stalks and jimson-weeds - Annie Fellows Johnston "At Early Candle-Lighting"

Low-built nests where robins sing - Annie Fellows Johnston "At Early Candle-Lighting"

That kings might well dispense - Annie Fellows Johnston "At Early Candle-Lighting"

My hand still lingers on the latch - Annie Fellows Johnston "At Early Candle-Lighting"

Robber-bands of grim-faced years - Annie Fellows Johnston "Banditti"

Each year demands its toll - Annie Fellows Johnston "Banditti"

Whose golden silences are stirred - Annie Fellows Johnston "Bob White"

The whistle of the quail repeat - Annie Fellows Johnston "Bob White"

Can startle the voices of the peaks - Annie Fellows Johnston "Echoes from Erin"

The past will sometimes rise - Annie Fellows Johnston "Echoes from Erin"

To hear the wind's footfalls - Annie Fellows Johnston "Echoes from Erin"

Where the Sisters three are weaving - Annie Fellows Johnston "Elinor"

Who once has lost an Eden - Annie Fellows Johnston "Felipa, Wife of Columbus"

And waited not to join the caravan - Annie Fellows Johnston "It Was the Road to Jericho"

The World pressed toward its Jericho - Annie Fellows Johnston "It Was the Road to Jericho"

A hoard of gold it bore along - Annie Fellows Johnston "It Was the Road to Jericho"

They kill our holiest of Hopes - Annie Fellows Johnston "It Was the Road to Jericho"

And who has oil and wine enough? - Annie Fellows Johnston "It Was the Road to Jericho"

When all the court held carnival - Annie Fellows Johnston "The Legend of the Pansies"

A lute with one string left unstrung - Annie Fellows Johnston "October"

One alto note of joy is gone - Annie Fellows Johnston "October"

Within the Convent of the Past - Annie Fellows Johnston "Retrospection"

That caught its shadow in a dream - Annie Fellows Johnston "Through an Amber Pane"

Remembering we are dust - Annie Fellows Johnston "Through an Amber Pane"

The forms my heart recalls - Annie Fellows Johnston "Voices of the Old, Old Days"

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Learning the secrets of cirrhosis - Hilarie Jones "The Teacher"

The black lungs of the Marlboro woman - Hilarie Jones "The Teacher"

To smother the smell of formaldehyde - Hilarie Jones "The Teacher"

Placed her in perpetual twilight - Hilarie Jones "The Teacher"

Squinting away the cigarette smoke - Hilarie Jones "The Teacher"

Pushing a grocery cart of empty beer cans - Hilarie Jones "The Teacher"

Spoke to a more universal currency - Hilarie Jones "The Teacher"

Nursing a bottle of strawberry wine - Hilarie Jones "The Teacher"

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Fair calm and sacred rage - Lionel Johnson "The Age of a Dream"

Now lengthen your gray hours - Lionel Johnson "Ash Wednesday"

Before the time of flowers - Lionel Johnson "Ash Wednesday"

Nightingales hold the wood - Lionel Johnson "Bagley Wood"

Travel our tranquil skies - Lionel Johnson "Bells"

That clears the air for peace - Lionel Johnson "Bronte"

With lightnings on his brow - Lionel Johnson "Bronte"

The silent house of sleep - Lionel Johnson "Bronte"

What purple fields of tempest - Lionel Johnson "Bronte"

Hath sorrow more to weep? - Lionel Johnson "A Burden of Easter Vigil"

Hath pity more to say? - Lionel Johnson "A Burden of Easter Vigil"

Stars in their stations set - Lionel Johnson "By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross"

Fair and fatal king - Lionel Johnson "By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross"

Bare to the stars of doom - Lionel Johnson "By the Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross"

Never forgetful silence fall - Lionel Johnson "Celtic Speech"

Words kindred to the wind - Lionel Johnson "Celtic Speech"

The secret of fair souls - Lionel Johnson "The Classics"

Whom Virgil calms - Lionel Johnson "The Classics"

Whom Sophocles controls - Lionel Johnson "The Classics"

With majesties of doom - Lionel Johnson "The Classics"

Who dreams with Plato - Lionel Johnson "The Classics"

The last October peaches fall - Lionel Johnson "Comfort"

Helmed with the blessing of the morn - Lionel Johnson "The Coming of War"

Challenge death beyond denial - Lionel Johnson "The Coming of War"

The northern waters pitiless - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Chivalries of air, unreconciled - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Prophets here to any wistful heart - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

No art to welcome spirits - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

For the heart of sea and night - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

The wandering stars of midnight - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

While the clear stars shake - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Delight to spice the tasteless years - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Breathe words from the wave - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Breathe words from the field - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Light the valley of lone fears - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Where Lethe glides against the sand - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Break fire out of night - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Wings to waft me higher - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

Dust-born, dustward led - Lionel Johnson "A Cornish Night"

The gracious Muses turn to Furies - Lionel Johnson "The Dark Angel"

Within the breath of autumn woods - Lionel Johnson "The Dark Angel"

The steely soul of ice - Lionel Johnson "The Dark Angel"

Apples of ashes, golden bright - Lionel Johnson "The Dark Angel"

A change to drifting dust - Lionel Johnson "The Dark Angel"

In hunger of the heart - Lionel Johnson "Desideria"

With tears of love and longing - Lionel Johnson "Desideria"

With a necessary hate - Lionel Johnson "The Destroyer of a Soul"

A cold, corrupting, fate - Lionel Johnson "The Destroyer of a Soul"

And wound the golden air - Lionel Johnson "Enthusiasts"

Red shall the cornfields ripen - Lionel Johnson "Enthusiasts"

Remorse declares that bitter state - Lionel Johnson "Experience"

Springtime is our heritage - Lionel Johnson "Experience"

Airs of high memory - Lionel Johnson "A Friend"

Children of the mingling mists - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Born by the melancholy hills - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

A ray of travelling glory - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Circling triumph of the skies - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Hearts with responding spirit - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Panting to crimson gloom - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

That wants the whole vast world - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

The rich mist of purple grapes - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

With autumn grows on red ripe apples - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Amass the spirit of dead fire - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Store the haunting treasure - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Rarer than soft honey cells - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

In vehement wind and vehement wave - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Nature's violent graces waken - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

On a windy hour of noon - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Fill all solitary haunts with prophecy - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Gales hang in the branches - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Fallen from their blossoming height - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Pain and joy of storm - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

Ours the mirth and melancholy - Lionel Johnson "Gwynedd"

The rejoicing face of summer - Lionel Johnson "Harvest"

Golden music is among the corn - Lionel Johnson "Harvest"

Which is sorrow's perfect breath - Lionel Johnson "Hawthorne"

Whose breath is fierce and rare - Lionel Johnson "Hill and Vale"

Over the red corn grounds - Lionel Johnson "Hill and Vale"

How bears the walnut tree - Lionel Johnson "Hill and Vale"

Of stars and clouds allied - Lionel Johnson "Hill and Vale"

The winds of my fellowship - Lionel Johnson "In England"

With staff and scrip to walk - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Where dreaming memory meets - Lionel Johnson "In England"

With wealth of moss and fern - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Beneath the vesper star - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Strong music of the sea - Lionel Johnson "In England"

The wrangling sea-gull flock - Lionel Johnson "In England"

A snowstorm of white wings - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Crying from roseless lands - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Shy rabbits with quick fears - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Play in a red moon's dance - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Beside the misty flowers of purple lavender - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Red wreckage of the rose - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Fruits redden to their dawn - Lionel Johnson "In England"

Long, terraced lines of circling light - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

Shrinks at the thought of day - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

Memories of open wind convey - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

Descend on seas of desolate storm - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

The annulling light of any pitiless dawn - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

Alone with ancient night - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

Stern thoughts and strong winds - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

The freedom of the living dead - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

The service of a living pain - Lionel Johnson "In Falmouth Harbour"

Where love needs no speech - Lionel Johnson "In Memory"

Within the shade of freshly chill - Lionel Johnson "In Memory"

Under the pure silence, earth - Lionel Johnson "In Memory"

Among soft fires can drink - Lionel Johnson "In Memory"

To whom all crowns of song - Lionel Johnson "Laleham"

Sleep beneath her sweetest airs - Lionel Johnson "Laleham"

By rustic Time well taught - Lionel Johnson "Laleham"

Under old, red-fruited yews - Lionel Johnson "Laleham"

Good right to laugh in scorn - Lionel Johnson "Lines to a Lady upon Her Third Birthday"

Where no dreams follow - Lionel Johnson "Lines to a Lady upon Her Third Birthday"

What counts the will of time? - Lionel Johnson "Lines to a Lady upon Her Third Birthday"

Despite all dark fates - Lionel Johnson "Lines to a Lady upon Her Third Birthday"

Legions of wanton lies - Lionel Johnson "Lucretius"

No change upon the deep - Lionel Johnson "Lucretius"

No change upon the earth - Lionel Johnson "Lucretius"

Thunders of the shaken dark - Lionel Johnson "Lucretius"

Wandering flames and thunders - Lionel Johnson "Lucretius"

Winds wild with stormy mirth - Lionel Johnson "Lucretius"

Past the flaming walls afar - Lionel Johnson "Lucretius"

Whirled about the unconscious air - Lionel Johnson "Lucretius"

That burn and flare unquenched - Lionel Johnson "Men of Aquino"

A crown of roses and of bay - Lionel Johnson "Men of Assisi"

Before the sun is born - Lionel Johnson "Moel Fammau"

Thy winds have all their will - Lionel Johnson "Moel Fammau"

Prepare the secret of the fatal hours - Lionel Johnson "Mystic and Cavalier"

Interpreters and prophets of despair - Lionel Johnson "Mystic and Cavalier"

Priests of a fearful sacrement - Lionel Johnson "Mystic and Cavalier"

A kindlier way than tears - Lionel Johnson "Oracles"

A fairer way than discontent - Lionel Johnson "Oracles"

Wake at the bidding of the air - Lionel Johnson "Oracles"

The ancient hours live yet - Lionel Johnson "Oracles"

Fold their exiled hands in orison - Lionel Johnson "Our Lady of France"

Prisoners of strong despair - Lionel Johnson "Our Lady of the Snows"

The bounds of death and birth - Lionel Johnson "Our Lady of the Snows"

Through vigils of the painful night - Lionel Johnson "Our Lady of the Snows"

Eternal sorrow finds eternal voice - Lionel Johnson "Parnell"

Gray hope was there - Lionel Johnson "Parnell"

Dirge of the ruined years - Lionel Johnson "Parnell"

Tells a rosary of death - Lionel Johnson "Parnell"

His but the herald's part - Lionel Johnson "Parnell"

As lilies to a pleading wind - Lionel Johnson "The Petition"

About the home of his desire - Lionel Johnson "Plato in London"

Bold converse with things rare - Lionel Johnson "Plato in London"

Solitary griefs, desolate passions, aching hours - Lionel Johnson "The Precept of Silence"

Tremulous beliefs, agonized hopes, and ashen flowers - Lionel Johnson "The Precept of Silence"

Red Wind of blight and blood - Lionel Johnson "The Red Wind"

Who bade thee burn - Lionel Johnson "The Red Wind"

Red Wind of burning death - Lionel Johnson "The Red Wind"

To understand a banished secret - Lionel Johnson "Renegade"

Call back to my silent memories - Lionel Johnson "Renegade"

At any cost I can recover - Lionel Johnson "Renegade"

A prince whom princes own - Lionel Johnson "The Roman Stage"

Irony brooding over sin - Lionel Johnson "The Roman Stage"

Of a Saint's fulfilled desires - Lionel Johnson "Saint Columba"

Shod with angel flames - Lionel Johnson "Saint Columba"

For music is eternal there - Lionel Johnson "Saint Columba"

In the silence of our hushed hearts - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

The voice of unseen singers - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

Night robs me of all pride - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

Ancients of dark majesty - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

The night wind ministers to dreams - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

From that tyranny of cloud - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

That spurn the pure green fern - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

With voice of mellow music - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

Royal in their history of tears - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

Usurp the calm noon - Lionel Johnson "Sancta Silvarum"

With the ripe first fruit - Lionel Johnson "A Song of Israel"

For whom Death grew sharp - Lionel Johnson "A Song of Israel"

The wind in the angry woods - Lionel Johnson "Summer Storm"

Favorable hours hymned by Pan - Lionel Johnson "Summer Storm"

Flame of one long, lone desire - Lionel Johnson "To a Spanish Friend"

Whom the vast stars crown - Lionel Johnson "To a Traveller"

A voice on the winds - Lionel Johnson "To Morfydd"

While burdened time still runs - Lionel Johnson "To Weep Irish"

By ancient prophets found - Lionel Johnson "Trentals"

Burdens in an ancient tongue - Lionel Johnson "Trentals"

Of a trust beyond all fears - Lionel Johnson "The Troopship"

Through the seas of fame - Lionel Johnson "The Troopship"

To task the wise serenity of Socrates - Lionel Johnson "Upon a Drawing"

Laugh with malign, bright eyes - Lionel Johnson "Upon a Drawing"

And yet thou art no Sibyl - Lionel Johnson "Upon a Drawing"

Within the unvoyaged sea - Lionel Johnson "Upon a Drawing"

That was a legend in old Troy - Lionel Johnson "Upon a Drawing"

Invisible angels mark your tired eyes - Lionel Johnson "Vigils"

Each in his proper gloom - Lionel Johnson "Visions"

With fierce wrath ever fresh - Lionel Johnson "Visions"

No alien hearts may know - Lionel Johnson "Wales"

A great fire of dreams - Lionel Johnson "Wales"

A terrible and splendid trust - Lionel Johnson "Ways of War"

And the heirs of glory fall - Lionel Johnson "Ways of War"

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Put peppermint in my hair - Jordan Jace "I Want"
For construction workers and dreamers - Jordan Jace "I Want"
To want to patch every heart - Jordan Jace "I Want"
Destroy every system that has ever left us broken - Jordan Jace "I Want"
From unity to struggle to unity - Jordan Jace "I Want"
No perfect world we haven't fought for - Jordan Jace "I Want"

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Still singing his beautiful warning - Didi Jackson "Bobolink"

gold against the mica sky - Didi Jackson "Fall"

the jeweled leaves of the maple and elm - Didi Jackson "Fall"

the calendar packages up time - Didi Jackson "Fall"

the days shrink and fold away - Didi Jackson "Fall"

the late fall's layered sky - Didi Jackson "Fall"

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her laughter calling to the orioles - Gary Jackson "Fly"

The only ones that don't keep count - Gary Jackson "Kansas"

That marks every mile devotion - Gary Jackson "Kansas"

Made Orpheus turn back - Gary Jackson "Kansas"

With the same grief of living - Gary Jackson "Kansas"

As if the flat earth could answer - Gary Jackson "Kansas"

Breach the blue of my bones - Gary Jackson "Multiple Man: Guest-staring me & you"

The pang of worlds we'd rather be - Gary Jackson "The Restoration"

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Bleeding carbon at the crease - Marcus Jackson "Evasive Me"

While the sand whispered spells of protection - Marcus Jackson "Evasive Me"

Summer has salted our neighborhood - Marcus Jackson "40 Ounce"

Paper-wager and victory-rake - Marcus Jackson "40 Ounce"

Players with obsidian eyes - Marcus Jackson "40 Ounce"

From the anvil of the brain - Marcus Jackson "40 Ounce"

Decades I've been pipe-dreaming - Marcus Jackson "Letting the Emptiness Become My Government"

Concise as a wartime telegram - Marcus Jackson "Letting the Emptiness Become My Government"

An archive of miscommunication - Marcus Jackson "Letting the Emptiness Become My Government"

Promised to evict the misgivings - Marcus Jackson "Letting the Emptiness Become My Government"

Each version keeps a section - Marcus Jackson "Ode to Kool-Aid"

Knowing well the ruthlessness of night - Marcus Jackson "What of Fire?"

Past the open gates of night - Marcus Jackson "What of Fire?"

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A dark geography of need - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Affirmative Action Babies"

Transmutable as a mollusk - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Affirmative Action Babies"

As if the moon had unraveled - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Another Epitaph for Nino"

Carryout and unwrapped gifts - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Another Epitaph for Nino"

Lurks mercurial in the blood - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "As in ... Afro-Pessimism?"

The perimeter of our preoccupations - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "As in ... Afro-Pessimism?"

First hearing the siren's song - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Between Work"

Stitched our little nest of silence - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Between Work"

Fabric gone threadbare about him - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Black Dragons"

Music coming undone - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Black Dragons"

Electricity beneath the skin - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Black Dragons"

Your dollarstore deities - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Black Dragons"

Hums and ticks like a washed penny - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "The Curiosities"

To dissolve an empty hour - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "The Curiosities"

Just a dirty shade of yellow - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "DeBarge"

Move until the ocean turns - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Delfonic"

A rustle of names flooding my breath - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Delfonic"

Your eyes are gold-leaf & reflection - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Delfonic"

How many thousand moons - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Dog Star Rising"

Built for terror and self-sacrifice - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Doo-Wop"

This blade I ride on - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Estrella @ Noon"

A taste of helium in the veins - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Featuring Lonette Mckee as Sister"

If the anvil seeks restitution - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Fred Williamson Stars as 'The Hammer'"

Marched barefoot through the alleys - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "LA Police Chief Daryl Gates Dead at 83"

An economy of dust - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "LA Police Chief Daryl Gates Dead at 83"

A low-pressure system in the abdomen - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "LA Police Chief Daryl Gates Dead at 83"

His quarter of spoiled blood - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "LA Police Chief Daryl Gates Dead at 83"

And rust began to bleed through - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "LA Police Chief Daryl Gates Dead at 83"

Hammers the already awestruck - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Line of Reason"

So many garlands of blood - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Line of Reason"

The wind burns the grasses bare - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Line of Reason"

Find yourself on the outside of Freedom - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Line of Reason"

Completely outside of gravity - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Midnight Special"

The mathematics of prophecy - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Midnight Special"

Less celestial with each swallow - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Midnight Special"

Not unlike Lot's wife - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "No More Birminghams"

Your work-a-day Orpheus - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "No More Birminghams"

Some dawn infused with honey - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "On Becoming River Rat, Fat-Tongued and/or Finding Your Once Pretty Body at the Park, Full of Holes"

The air is a red drum - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Other Women's Children"

How he knew I was running - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Other Women's Children"

And the trees lean away - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Other Women's Children"

Those hours outrunning ghosts - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Pacman"

Poetics of debt and redemption - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Place Your Bets"

Bright and bitter geometry - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Place Your Bets"

Some heartsick caustic titan - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Raising Hell"

What's Atlantis without the water - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Somebody told me we got LA"

Your share of disaster - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Somebody told me we got LA"

Shaping another lonely god - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Strawberry"

Stitch lightning to shadow - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Strawberry"

Tartarus stands undisputed - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Tar Baby"

Scattered by Hector's dogs - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Tar Baby"

The Gorgons weep blood - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Tar Baby"

A search light through the wind - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Tar Baby"

Wheeling ourselves golden - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "This Bitter Earth"

My eyes yoked to a blank space - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "This Bitter Earth"

Hand-sewn and set to memory - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "The Wall"

The dim lit avenues of the mind - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "The Wall"

Mortgaged the brightest corners - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "The Wall"

Within the many courtyards of the body - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "What Spells Trouble"

Across that high court of the skull - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "What Spells Trouble"

Like another steamrolled peony - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "What Spells Trouble"

Alcohol as sweet as honey - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "When Miss Lucy Sings"

The secret ambition of the sun - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Worry the Rosemary"

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Hold all of what remains - Elizabeth Jacobson "All the time I pray to Buddha I keep on killing mosquitoes"

People are made of paper - Elizabeth Jacobson "Blood Moon"

They will push you into the sky - Elizabeth Jacobson "Blood Moon"

The pale rust of this moon - Elizabeth Jacobson "Blood Moon"

Where a path of tears washed through - Elizabeth Jacobson "Blood Moon"

Buckets of sand, sequins of clay - Elizabeth Jacobson "Blood Moon"

Anything that washes away easily - Elizabeth Jacobson "Blood Moon"

Throw pebbles into the willows - Elizabeth Jacobson "14 Love Songs"

A rush of sunlight and wind - Elizabeth Jacobson "14 Love Songs"

Melting ice and brown islands of bulrush - Elizabeth Jacobson "14 Love Songs"

Of inner life in an outer world - Elizabeth Jacobson "14 Love Songs"

A mosaic of opaque green ice - Elizabeth Jacobson "14 Love Songs"

Face to face with the moon - Elizabeth Jacobson "14 Love Songs"

Holds emptiness as if it were full - Elizabeth Jacobson "Quantum Foam"

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A famous mark of our discovery - Thomas James "Epitaph on Companions Left Behind in the Northern Seas"

A foster-father to your memory - Thomas James "Epitaph on Companions Left Behind in the Northern Seas"

The eucalyptus trees have turned to stone - Thomas James "Mummy of a Lady Named JemutesonekhXXI Dynasty"

Passionflowers lit my father's garden - Thomas James "Mummy of a Lady Named JemutesonekhXXI Dynasty"

Scarlet flowers breathing in the darkness - Thomas James "Mummy of a Lady Named JemutesonekhXXI Dynasty"

With a paste of cloves and wild honey - Thomas James "Mummy of a Lady Named JemutesonekhXXI Dynasty"

Frail as the shadow of an emerald - Thomas James "Mummy of a Lady Named JemutesonekhXXI Dynasty"

Wound itself in spools of linen - Thomas James "Mummy of a Lady Named JemutesonekhXXI Dynasty"

The far-off music of a tambourine - Thomas James "Mummy of a Lady Named JemutesonekhXXI Dynasty"

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Polished stones hardened from ichor - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "false sonnet embroidered w/four loko empties"

Stares caught in plexiglass - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "jersey fems in the philly zoo"

Lilacs and lightning strike - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "jersey fems in the philly zoo"

A kevlar of tenderness enveloping me - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "jersey fems in the philly zoo"

Creatures meant for the deep - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "jersey fems in the philly zoo"

By the hot eyes of the sea - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "jersey fems in the philly zoo"

Obscured by poppies, hearts, and deers - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "Last Best Niche"

Pumped a saline shot of sadness - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "magenta"

Drained from endless drownings - Cyree Jarelle Johnson "pastoral w/well water kool-aid"

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Entangled by myth's past tense - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Blues: Odysseus"

Sharks should pass Odysseus by - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Blues: Odysseus"

Our names shall fracture - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Fracture"

On the verge of needled logic - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Muse, a Lady Cautioning"

Collected accusations from memory - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Naming Ceremony"

My jaws have collected accusations - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Naming Ceremony"

The music of stopped ears - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Naming Ceremony"

Cain the gardener of perfidy - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Naming Ceremony"

In a voice that all might hear - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "The Prophetess Sojourner Truth Discusses the Two Different Versions of Her Most Well-Known Speech, One Nearly Unknown and One Very Beloved Yet Mostly Untrue"

Music from unremembered fever - Honoree Fanonne Jeffers "Selah"

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Unbroken field of poppy and lupin - Robinson Jeffers "Carmel Point"

And all their works dissolve - Robinson Jeffers "Carmel Point"

Weigh on the water and strain the rock - Robinson Jeffers "Contrast"

Red towers on the slopes of snow - Robinson Jeffers "Contrast"

Cold and colorless as glass - Robinson Jeffers "The First Grass"

Wakened rains and clouds - Robinson Jeffers "The First Grass"

Not for joy the stars burn - Robinson Jeffers "Joy"

Not for joy the worn mountain stands - Robinson Jeffers "Joy"

Counting themselves no kin of anything - Robinson Jeffers "Mountain Pines"

The magical misrule of the steep world - Robinson Jeffers "Ocean"

Tolerant of memories and the muttering prophets - Robinson Jeffers "Ocean"

Under the shallow sea-fog - Robinson Jeffers "October Evening"

In the dead grass by the stream - Robinson Jeffers "October Evening"

Their jagged wail trespassing - Robinson Jeffers "October Evening"

Trespassing among the steep stars - Robinson Jeffers "October Evening"

For the tides are tireless - Robinson Jeffers "Practical People"

Signatured by ages of storms - Robinson Jeffers "Rock and Hawk"

Emblem to hang in the future sky - Robinson Jeffers "Rock and Hawk"

Which failure cannot cast down nor success make proud - Robinson Jeffers "Rock and Hawk"

The south wind shouts to the rivers - Robinson Jeffers "Salmon-Fishing"

Salmon race up into the freshet - Robinson Jeffers "Salmon-Fishing"

Red ash of the dark solstice - Robinson Jeffers "Salmon-Fishing"

In the van of desperate years - Robinson Jeffers "Song of Quietness"

What dreams more fierce? - Robinson Jeffers "Song of Quietness"

Stains of rust on mounds of plaster - Robinson Jeffers "Summer Holiday"

A poem stuck in the world's thought - Robinson Jeffers "Summer Holiday"

The old years forget the echoes - Robinson Jeffers "To an Old Square Piano"

Vocal with the seawind's breath - Robinson Jeffers "To an Old Square Piano"

Through all forms of grief and strife - Robinson Jeffers "To his Father"

A hold against the host of the air - Robinson Jeffers "To the House"

Under the feet of the ocean cavalry - Robinson Jeffers "To the House"

Scattered black seeds of a future - Robinson Jeffers "The Treasure"

Eighty years in a notch of eternity - Robinson Jeffers "The Treasure"

A jump of the breath at that silence - Robinson Jeffers "The Treasure"

The inward seeds of quick decay - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Answers the peace of the stars - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

In the beginning before light began - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Always had a heart something like ice - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

A flawless crystal coldly clear - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

That he yields in lease to tenant dreams - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

We pour strange wines and purples all - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Energy in the earth's arteries beating red - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Flashed and will flame terror and light - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

The soul held secret from all sight - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Scars the cruelest cannot crease - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

This sweat of slaves is no good wine - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Choosing far stars to check near objects by - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Undisturbed by any angel of strife - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Sphered that eye of flawless diamond - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

That once grew into our nerves and veins - Robinson Jeffers "The Truce and the Peace"

Can a bird ever tire of having wings? - Robinson Jeffers "Wonder and Joy"

Studded with three nails of burning gold - Robinson Jeffers "Wonder and Joy"

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Windows, by the moonlight pierced - Juan Ramon Jimenez "One Night" transl. by Thomas Walsh

Ancient spiders with a flutter spread - Juan Ramon Jimenez "One Night" transl. by Thomas Walsh

Shadows overthrown trooped back - Juan Ramon Jimenez "One Night" transl. by Thomas Walsh

In myriads from oblivion's ward - Juan Ramon Jimenez "One Night" transl. by Thomas Walsh

The sorrows all the centuries provide - Juan Ramon Jimenez "One Night" transl. by Thomas Walsh

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Hard won by cosmic art - Charles Bertram Johnson "Negro Poets"

Gives song a nightless day - Charles Bertram Johnson "Negro Poets"

With wisdom's wiser heart - Charles Bertram Johnson "Now and Then"

The outbound keels of all my fleet - Charles Bertram Johnson "Serenity"

The stronger for the squall - Charles Bertram Johnson "Serenity"

Amid the flying ruins of strife - Charles Bertram Johnson "Serenity"

Lie too near the sky - Charles Bertram Johnson "Snow"

To spare till the shadows pass - Charles Bertram Johnson "A Song of Hope"

No thread of bow or moon - Charles Bertram Johnson "A Song of Hope"

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Dogs in a public square - Daniel Johnson "In the Absence of Sparrows"

In the absence of sparrows - Daniel Johnson "In the Absence of Sparrows"

Our house burns blue with news - Daniel Johnson "In the Absence of Sparrows"

A day of direct action - Daniel Johnson "In the Absence of Sparrows"

Heave ourselves on the gears - Daniel Johnson "In the Absence of Sparrows"

The gears of an odious machine - Daniel Johnson "In the Absence of Sparrows"

Stinking of axel grease and gasoline - Daniel Johnson "In the Absence of Sparrows"

We drank hard water - Daniel Johnson "Inheritance"

Let silence drill its hole - Daniel Johnson "Inheritance"

Or burn in me a second mouth - Daniel Johnson "Inheritance"

I asked the raven sky - Daniel Johnson "Inheritance"

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Let me be buried in the rain - Helene Johnson "Invocation"

Chromatic words, seraphic symphonies - Helene Johnson "Magalu"

Fill up your throat with laughter - Helene Johnson "Magalu"

Sell the colors of your sunset - Helene Johnson "Magalu"

The passionate wonder of your forest - Helene Johnson "Magalu"

Remember not the promises we made - Helene Johnson "Remember Not"

Old vows are like old flowers - Helene Johnson "Remember Not"

Clutch at pretty yesterdays - Helene Johnson "Remember Not"

The bleeding note of rapture - Helene Johnson "The Road"

A single singing line of dusky song - Helene Johnson "The Road"

Scorn will efface each footprint - Helene Johnson "Sonnet to a Negro in Harlem"

Wring from grasping hands their meed of gold - Helene Johnson "Sonnet to a Negro in Harlem"

A forest pregnant with tears - Helene Johnson "A Southern Road"

In one lonely lingering hour - Helene Johnson "A Southern Road"

Stencilled on the petals of a bluebell - Helene Johnson "Trees at Night"

Fragile pinnacles of fairy castles - Helene Johnson "Trees at Night"

Torn webs of shadows - Helene Johnson "Trees at Night"

Sun flowers and sumac opening greedily - Helene Johnson "What do I care for morning"

A sparrow's noisy prating - Helene Johnson "What do I care for morning"

A strand of the pale moon's hair - Helene Johnson "What do I care for morning"

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A cry stretching beyond its range - Jenny Johnson "Aria"

Cruising through four octaves - Jenny Johnson "Aria"

A starling with supernatural restraint - Jenny Johnson "Aria"

Love without resource or peace - Jenny Johnson "Aria"

Meet under cover of brush and dust - Jenny Johnson "Aria"

The future restages the past - Jenny Johnson "Aria"

Warps and wefts amid mats of moss - Jenny Johnson "Gay Marriage Poem"

Without competing for sunlight - Jenny Johnson "Gay Marriage Poem"

One glitter-spritzed black hole - Jenny Johnson "In the Dream"

Table tops zinging with boomerangs - Jenny Johnson "In the Dream"

Dwindled like a sweater full of moths - Jenny Johnson "In the Dream"

Warped metal to be pounded square - Jenny Johnson "In the Dream"

A fuse bursting into electric sprays - Jenny Johnson "Little Apophat"

All her small perfect shadows - Jenny Johnson "Little Apophat"

Some latent echo inside you - Jenny Johnson "Little Apophat"

Some remnant of the night - Jenny Johnson "Little Apophat"

Whitened by a fine silt of flour - Jenny Johnson "Little Apophat"

Who measures desire by stillness - Jenny Johnson "Pedal"

Screaming out to an empty street - Jenny Johnson "Spaces"

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