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Some Of Us Press

Poems and Essays:

Four excerpts from Scar Tissue

Four excerpts from The South Orange Sonnets

Four Poems from Blue Skies

Introduction to Some Of Us Press Issue

One Poem from These Days

Preface to the Some Of Us Press Issue

Three poems from Blocks

Three poems from Edge

Three Poems from High There

Three poems from Ice Fishing

Three Poems from Moving Violation

Three poems from Rocks and Chairs

Three Poems from The Ultimate Double Play

Two Poems from Boning Up

Two Poems from Lamplights Used to Feed the Deer

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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The white dome of the Capitol soaring over the green swell of earth immediately in front, and lifting its four thousand tons of iron gracefully and lightly into the air. Of all the sights in Washington, that which will survive the longest in my memory is the vision of the great dome thus rising cloud-like above the hills.

— John Burroughs, “Wake Robin”

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