Christine Reilly
Christine Reilly lives in New York, New York, but used to live in London and Northern Ireland. She teaches at the Professional Children’s School and used to work at Tin House. Visit her website.
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- Poetry
Three Poems by Dinah Ryan
I have fallen in love with winter, / with the day that ends at 3:45 in the afternoon. // with the man striding along the path grasping / a pink plastic bag that glows incandescent / although it only contains dish soap / and the cat food he carries home after work …
- Poetry
Two Poems by Daisy Bassen
...you wonder again about the soul, / Where it hides, where it ventures. / There's always one you have to bring to oblivion...
- Poetry
Three Poems by Carl Boon
I wanted to be gray-faced / and hated by the Yankees / in the suburbs past Carleton.
- Poetry
Two Poems by Patricia Behrens
Once he’d made the long, impetuous trip, / once we were there, evening air billowing my skirt / over the Pacific, surf sweeping like brushes over drums, / I knew we’d marry.
- Poetry
Tinnitus
By Kris Spencer
I lived by a river with tides unresolved / Under the house a sewer under a wooden board it ran / Sometimes a tapping sometimes a hum in the night like a motor
- Poetry
Upon Entering the Unknown University
By Christopher Chambers
and I dream of a young woman from Prague / standing beside a red motorcycle as if so much / depended upon it...
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