Poetry: Vex Me

Vex Me –Barbara Hamby From Babel Vex me, O Night, your stars stuttering like a stuck jukebox, put a spell on me, my bones atremble at your tabernacle of rhythm and blues. Call out your archers, chain me to a…

Poetry: Writing

Writing –Howard Nemerov From The Collected Poems of Howard Nemerov The cursive crawl, the squared-off characters these by themselves delight, even without a meaning, in a foreign language, in Chinese, for instance, or when skaters curve all day across the…

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