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You should be tired at the end, but instead you feel exhilarated. This party has punch—strong punch, like the stuff of these poems. It packs a wallop. You thank the host for what you can only describe as an experience not unlike a multi-valent, multi-vocal, multi-dimensional game of Words with Friends.

Because I knew how Abraham had traveled under a night sky so vast, so glutted with stars and had heard God's promise, I wept when I first read Mark Twain's description of Huck and Jim looking up at the night sky and wondering about the origin of the stars, and I was awed by Cervantes when he had Quixote and Sancha under the same sky.

Light Pollution, Match.com Potlatch

Horsetails

Emily Pettit’s lush lines unfold and unfold and unfold.

Characters:Wallace Stevens, Marianne Moore, Elizabeth Bishop, W.H. Auden, James Merril, Robert Lowell

No Use Crying

Certain mechanisms exist in the human brain that when brushed by a combination of memory and bodily functions, demand interpretation.

WHEN AT A CERTAIN PARTY IN NYC

Gestures, grand and diminutive, poetic and otherwise, made with integrity.

The Delta

Psalm for Kingston

TOWN GREEN: SOUTH ROYALTON

Silt names that composition of little elements, little dangers, at the level of marks “below" that of the letter, which persist within the sanctioned space of the poem and threaten always to overturn the meaning of that sanctioned space.

Crooked

Let the poems of Butch Geography be a guide. Waite, with generous hospitality and rare humility, will lead you into intimate and unfamiliar landscapes, and once there will help you see yourself in the strange.