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Earth-Held

I went out before light, left you naked at the door. I left you aching. I ached, too. I went into the softness of...

Exit Ninety-three

On a morning when the sky nearly brushes my hair, I cross the parking lot dodging a cyclist in a red T-shirt. He barely...

On Writing and Craft: An Interview with Lyn Lifshin

This interview first appeared on PoetryCircle in 2006, shortly after the site was founded. PoetryCircle: Lyn, you're probably as prolific as any poet writing today,...

The three levels of PoetryCircle

So how do the editors of PoetryCircle select material for the front page? There are...

Blog Post One

   Who really knows what’s going on behind the sun? Each month it slyly palms itself...

Blog Post One

A robot from East Lairdfield Nurseries telephones to wish me happy birthday. Of course, that indicates that...

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WHY ARE YOU SO FAT?