Poetry

Linda Mills Woolsey 10-01-2004
At the regional airport in Waco,


At the regional airport in Waco, on the third day
of the war, we stand barefoot, as if on sacred ground.
As each in turn is beckoned, we file mutely past
the metal box that peers into our carry-ons and coats,
examines our watches, our wallets, our shoes.
Behind the box, the guards, solemn as celebrants,
peer into the mysteries of a sleek leather case

Jene Beardsley 09-01-2004
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"…as if religion were a state of shock,
deep, peaceful shock, that…men like these
are driven into by the spectacle of reality."
—Peter Matthiessen in The Cloud Forest

Carol Hamilton 08-01-2004

He died in a munitions explosion

Elizabeth Newberry 09-01-2000

Affrilachian Poets claim the space between two worlds.

Joesph Bathanti 07-01-1988

A poem

Amy Beth Cross 05-01-1987

A poem

Evelyn Mattern 12-01-1986

A poem

Betsy Sholl 06-01-1986

(For Margaret)

James Lewisohn 05-01-1986

For my teacher and friend Burton Throckmorton Jr.

J.H.B. 03-01-1986

A poem from Appalachia

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