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Envisioning the Future

Poems and Essays:

A Present

As Powerful as a Gun

Bound

How We Were, How We Are

In Every Dream an Orphan Builds a House

Introduction: Envisioning the Future

Mathematics of a Storm Surge

Natural

Never

Of Course, Volcanic Activity Has Nothing To Do With Climate Change

Oracle of the First Kiss

Rochester and Jane on the Kiss-Cam

Tender Days

The Facts of Life

Three Poems

Three Poems

Three Poems

Two Poems

Two Poems

Two Poems

Two Poems

logoBeltway Poetry Quarterly is an award-winning online literary journal and resource bank that originated in Washington, DC and the surrounding Mid-Atlantic region. We are now a global beltway, encircling the epicenters of major metropolises everywhere.

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It is a city of temporaries, a city of just-arriveds and only-passing-through. They do go home, but it is only for visits–they hurry back to their lodestone and their star, their self-hypnotized, self-mesmerized, self-enamored, self-propelling, wonderful city they cannot live away from or, once it has claimed them, live without. Washington takes them like a lover and they are lost.

— Allen Drury, 1959, Advise and Consent

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