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Innocent Yet Guilty by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] Young, healthy, omnipotent—masters of the universe,they frolic over Nature without a care,without conscience.Nothing can touch them,but they can touch everything—they can touch every firewithout getting their fingers burned,bounce back from every collisionlike acrobats on a trampoline. You have...

The Twilight Language by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] Before the sun sets, the landscape grows denseAnd darkens into ambiguity. All objects take on a significanceAt once familiar and hard to see. What we dismissed as nothing new or strange—Trees, stone, moss, fences, sky, stars, grass, river—Speak...

One Gulp of The West River by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] My father and his brothers built a blindOn stilts out in the river, and each yearRecovered it with pine boughs from the woodsSo as to trick the ducks and geese while they,The hunters, crouched within, their rowboat mooredThereto...

At The Old Waterhole by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] While I was sittingon a rock beside the pond,contemplating my imagein an iridescent oil slick,I overheard a pigeonspeaking “pigeonese”to another as they sippedthat same water, daintily: “I had no ideathey were so intelligent!”said pigeon number one.“They actually have...

Afterimage By Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] AFTERIMAGE The Christmas tree atopNorth Arundel Hospitalpierces the night’s eyeballwith all the season’s colors wired togetherlike the row of stitchesclosing the bloody gashin my mother’s foreheadas she lay on the Fast Trackher face veiled in blue clothher left...