Remains A poem by Lynn Kozlowski Remains(along Hadrian's Wall, England)He dies at a foreign outpost,a fort,and is buried there.His friends go home.His religion disappears.Centuries pass.Students with toothbrushesscratch the grounds.He is discovered.A display is made.His bones—showing the height of a soldier—are... Continue Reading →
Near Death Experience with Wife and Adult Daughter A poem by Lynn Kozlowski Near Death Experience with Wife and Adult DaughterOur deaths—my wife’s and mine--are at issue.Our lawyer has forms for particulars:What we would have done with us--our wishes for... Continue Reading →
Radiant Here there is no endpoint, no destination, here is luminous touch, now urgent, the rolling circling of us here but also in dreamtime, worlds unseen, my cry moves through you and yours through me, we are quickened, here is... Continue Reading →
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