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American Scene: ‘The Rain Follows the Plow’ April 14, 1935 by Melissa Boston

They often recalled those long periods
of rain during their morning prayers,
as if something mechanical could ever
yield anything tender. Inevitably,
what came from under those deep-
uprooted grasses, they were unprepared
for. When the Black Roller rose the dark,

consuming dust from the upturned
plains with its aberrant tendrils,
all the good works they had endured
for the plow was only that of suffering.
There is no need to ask where you are.

young woman with red hair smiling at the camera with a white paper umbrella behind her

like pretty tulips by linda m. crate

everything has been hard and heavy, as of late; in my world and the world at large— so yesterday i was drinking in small wonders like pretty tulips dancing out

What I Can Offer You by Rich Orloff

I cannot fix your pain I cannot solve your problem I can’t prevent the sorrow you’re feeling Or even guarantee I’ll make you smile However, because I’ve known Joy embracing

by Natalye Childress

*this poem is in .jpg to preserve formatting *this is the unformatted text of the poem after rainer maria rilke you, the poet, have become world weary, word-wrought. and god

guy with a dark beard and moustache wearing a black graphic tee

Orchards of Udders by Jon Wesick

dripped on the blanket while air rustled tamarind trees. Chekhov drank a Thai iced tea and plummeted out of this poem. A flock of circles twittered in the hacksaw bushes


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