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Prose Poem

Poems and Essays:

After I Xeroxed the Sky

Ante Sandy

Back to the Woods

Brothers

Cecelia Was Born in Chicago And This Imprinted on Her Life

Gypsy Girls

How to Visit Baba Yaga

In the Garden

Judgment of Paris

Looking at Buds

Messages from the Other World

On Sensitivity: A Brief Philosophy of Political Choice

Prose Poem Issue

Prose Poem Issue Introduction

Queuing for Lenin

Red Cabooses

Shard

Sleep and go tidal

Two Prose Poems

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Why I Don’t Write Nature 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.

Random Quote

To-night took a long look at the President’s House. The white portico—the palace-like, tall, round columns, spotless as snow—the walls also—the tender and soft moonlight, flooding the pale marble, and making peculiar faint languishing shades, not shadows…everything so white, so marbly pure and dazzling, yet soft—the White House of future poems, and of dreams and dramas, there in the soft and copious moon…

— Walt Whitman

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