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& if we put the tree back / into the ground in our yard, / a Christmas come in June / & if we were to unspool gold / ribbons through its lower branches

-Carolina Ebeid, "Epithalamium"

Sometimes it was like an actress was playing her, living in that strange cinderblock house,...the border between real and cartoon becoming harder to distinguish

-Jill Logan, "Tropism"

I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss

-Pixies, "Bone Machine"
And when the wind rose at night we heard / the barn swallows gather and land inside us.

-Molly Bashaw, "There Were No Mirrors in That Farmhouse"

I could be thinking of a color, a girl, and suddenly it will be there large, / and gray and waiting for accuracy.

-Geffrey Davis, "Revising the Storm, 1991"

Last night the dog star stood above my bed --

-Peter Cooley, "Imperialism"
The lake will take on the hue of snowflakes unembarrassed by nakedness

-Daneen Wardrop, "Stir the Lake"
I listen to the rain fall like apology, / kneading the pillow to its fresher side.

-Amy Fleury, "Two Solitudes"
The best apples are burnt out stars getting time off for bad behavior.

-Cory Van Landingham, "Orchard"
I love you badly, Phantom, whose absolute brilliance assigns you to this zone.

-Jeffrey Pethybridge, "[Twenty thousand songs]"

Towards the east the snow-capped peak of Mt. Hood appeared at once tactile and impossibly distant, the craggy summit redolent of both beauty and death.

-Matthew Vollono, "Samaritan"

In our mouths and palms, death and / the dream of death are one, / thanks to time.

-Christopher Salerno, "Ahead of Schedule"
Drawing stars, and drawing firs, gentleness comes to open the vein.

-Sarah Gridley, "Charcoal"

Standing in the wind makes a wilderness / for the tribe to wander untethered by thought / quieted by mountains' grief

-Lee Sharkey, "When I fled it followed when I froze it slid forward"

We were a different kind of fool then, trimmed / stiff by patterns like stars we'd forget / except they held the night and sidewalks through it.

-Jill Osier, "Brother"

But the yellow-beaked night / bird - in the moonlight, / in the clover, / in the deep deep grass - / could hold me, / always

-Donika Ross, "Perhaps you tire of birds"

Am antsy starfish. / On a mirror above a mirror.

-Greg Wrenn, "Circumcision"
Then comes the sun and draws its cutlass.

-Danniel Schoonebeek, "Genealogy (rest)"
Lucy's baby is born green, face splotched with yellow like variegated leaves, hair wispy white, corncob cornsilk.

-Tessa Mellas, "Beanstalk"
My lips have tasted golden bees in the rowans, / spring water running from Mount Funiu.

-Lan Lan, "Mother" (trans. Fiona Sze-Lorrain)

The flames groped the ceiling, Peter, and the smoke from the pages blackened their faces like coal soot.

-Robert Kloss, "When Are You Going to Finish Don Quixote?"

Forks can't solve it any more than a kettle.

-Steven Cramer, from "Clangings"
The howl boiled up through the soles of Everill's feet.

-Ann Gelder, "Origin"
She is her own apple her own various worm and wax

-Renee Ashley, "She Thinks about the Shapes Things Take"

Trying to mother / these days the Devil courts me, writes his names / in my journal, my mirror, my mornings filled / with hanging smoke

-Wendy Noonan, "Lord, help me eat them bitter words"

I'll rush along a gypsy camp of a dark street / In a black spring carriage chasing a bird cherry branch,

-Osip Mandelstam, "I'll rush along a gypsy camp..." (trans. Ian Probstein)

Tape me to your eyelids : you'll see why beauty hurts

-Deborah Bogen, "Barbed Wire"
Yesterday she walked out of the woods and into a meadow

-Angie DeCola, "Learned Ever to Pine"
To each house came an invitation, silk-edged / and engraved, to the hanging in Concord in May.

-Cate Whetzel, "The Hanging of Frank C. Almy..."
Some days I clean the rifle so it shines, / A steel slice of darkness in grease-stained hands.

-Hugh Martin, "Sonnet, M-16A2 Assault Rifle"
The sun was rising, and we were alone. For a moment, her strained face was luminous in the dawn light.

-Steven Schwartz, "So This Is It"
If you were a whale / and I a ship, I'd see you / coming for me

-Kevin Ducey, "Beauty, first whale then monkey"
All we've built by mind and fist / is ravishingly stealable, in wait / of liberation.

-Megan Grumbling, "The Heist"
Under ruined branches, apples / fell like hearts.

-Joanna L. Kaminski, "Faith"
When they were ten and lost their friends, it took my breath away.

-Katharine Haake, "Diptych: Chrysalis, Prayer"

In the quiet aftermath of this small personal disaster a single / ray of light sliced a line too bright to face a divide

-Alice B. Fogel, "House of Habit"

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The Crazyhorse 50th Anniversary Issue

Fiction

Karen Brown
     Galatea

Becky Hagenston
     Midnight, Licorice, Shadow

Amelia Kahaney
     The Temp

Chrissy Kolaya
     Swimming for Shore

Nicholas Montemarano
     Core

John Tait
     Reasons for Concern Regarding My Girlfriend
          of Five Days, Monica Garza

Essays

Dinty W. Moore
     Son of Mr. Green Jeans: An Essay on
          Fatherhood, Alphabetically Arranged

Lia Purpura
     Falling Houses: Mise-en-scène

Carolyn Walker
     Christian Becomes a Blur

Poetry

John Ashbery
     In Dearest, Deepest Winter

Dorothy Barresi
     The Last Poem

Marvin Bell
     The Method

Ciaran Berry
     Electrocuting an Elephant

Robert Bly
     The Milkweed Pod

Deborah Bogen
     Asylum

Marianne Boruch
     Glenn Gould Breathing

Billy Collins
     My First Memory

Mark Cox
     Fatherhood

Robert Creeley
     Valentine for You

Chard deNiord
     My Other Body

Norman Dubie
     The Magnesia Caesar

Michele Glazer
     bright things

Albert Goldbarth
     Party 2006

Arielle Greenberg
     It’s Too Early for Bed

Paul Guest
     My Arms

Eva Heisler
     Reading Emily Dickinson in Icelandic

Bob Hicok
     Errands

Richard Jackson
     Cain’s Legacy

Sandra McPherson
     For a Buried Doll’s Head,
          Manufactured 1890s

Kevin Prufer
     Love Poem

Mary Ruefle
     Like a Daffodil

Tomaz Šalamun
     Mati in smrt
          Mother and Death
               translated by Brian Henry and the author

Eva Saulitis
     You Darkness

H. E. Sayeh
     Holl
          Fright / Fear / Danger
          translated by Chad Sweeney and Mojdeh Marashi

Philip Schultz
     The Reasonable Houses of Osborne Lane

Leon Stokesbury
     The Day Kennedy Died

James Tate
     The Loser

Nance Van Winckel
     Retablo

Tomas Tranströmer
     November i forna DDR
          November in the Former DDR
               translated by Michael McGriff with Mikaela Grassl

Dara Wier
     Are You Happy?

David Wojahn
     Interrogation Palace

Theodore Worozbyt
     An Experiment

Gail Wronsky
     When This Warm Scribe My Hand

Dean Young
     Man Overboard

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