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Federal Government

Poems and Essays:

At Watergate

Baltimore Sun

Five Poems by Anya Creightney

Four excerpts from Scar Tissue

Four Poems from Blue Skies

Four Poems in Response to “Two Gentlemen of Verona”

Introduction to the Sonnet Issue

Mary Timony is the Neighbor I Hate the Least

Mother Night

Nine Poems by Charlotte Forten Grimké

Now Let the City Slumber

Poetry Behind the Scenes at the Library of Congress

Seven Poems

Six Poems

Sleep and go tidal

Slow Through the Dark

Sonnet 57

Sonnet for This Week’s Terror Alert

Subject to Change

The Columbiad

The Curse

Three Anecdotes About Anthony Hecht

Three Ghazals

Three Poems from The Ultimate Double Play

To Dr. Mary Church Terrell, Crusader

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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As with the palace of Aladdin which flew away in the night, one feels that this city could easily vanish and that he could wake up some morning to find himself stranded on the empty Potomac Flats.

— Frank G. Carpenter

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