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Shinrin-Yoku by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] SHINRIN-YOKU Has it come to this— to have to be taught how to walk in the woods? Tramping around, sniffing resins for a spiritual aroma! Before you were conceived, Nature endowed you With all you need to realize....

Atop a Bank Tower by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] I stand atop a bank tower, surveying vast vistas, ridgelines of strip malls, copses of office mid-rises, clusters of single-family homes, raging rivers of cars. I stand atop a bank tower in a rappelling harness, loaded with slings,...

Blaze Orange by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] Nimrod says Guns don’t kill, people do. That’s why I wear blaze orange. The brighter the color, The better the target: Now you can hate me all the more. Come on, you know You want to shoot something—...

The Four Cornered Universe by Alex Phuong

[tabby title="Poem"] East West North South Galinda Elphaba L. Frank Baum Rising in the east The sun will also rise once more Night is not the end For it is a new beginning when the clock strikes 12 Raise your...

Finishing Work at Dad’s Office, 1948 by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Finishing Work at Dad’s Office, 1948 Nobody smokes a pipe much any more, except my partner, Sand The musty aroma penetrates back to the engineer’s office, Dad’s workplace. Pipes filled the trays on the large, heavy oak tables....