Poem: High, Higher, Highest

High, High­er, High­est Samuel Hazo Viewed from space, the world’s imper­son­al.                      France appears, but no French­men.                                           Then Ger­many, with­out one Ger­man.                                                     Regard­less, the rich­est man on earth pays three hun­dred thou­sand for a ten-minute flight by rock­et at three thou­sand miles…

Poem: Gifts

Gifts Kirk Wil­son I kept my life in a small room with pale blue walls and brought it back lit­tle presents from the world This is for you I would say This is for you Some­times the gifts died in my hands and often I could not pay the…

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