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Jan Lee Ande
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Selected Poems
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Reliquary
"The Annunciation of Francis"
from Francis and Clare in poetry
I did not come to him on
bended knee
clutching a stalk of lilies and a message from God,
dressed in a gown effulgent as fire...
"Ode
to the Avocado"
from Clackamas Literary Review
Coddled in my palm, bigger
than a hen's egg,
your bumpy black skin holds soft flesh and a seed
round and heavy as a stone...
"Lazarus
Called From The Cave"
His illness came on slowly
over time,
notched teeth chattering,
a certain coldness in the shouders...
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Instructions for Walking on Water
"I Want to Live as a Magician"
from Nimrod
It is not easy to move about
on this earth with crumpled
wings, a fractured heart, my little
bundle of tricks...
"Nothing
Is What It Seems to Be"
from Mississippi Review
Even when reading, strange
things take place.
Small gods turn up in the intricate details
of punctuation. The ampersand says "the sign by itself
is the word." The dots of ellipses gather together...
"Last
Rites"
from Nimrod
When I am dead, let my body
rest for three days.
Do not gather around me, weeping,
gnashing your teeth and sighing, to pull my soul back
into its abandoned bag of bones...
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Mystic
in the Cloister
manuscript in submission
"Sabbatical"
from Poetry International
A few angels and archangels
come here for the view,
and the illusion of time ticking on its way...
"After
the Burning"
from RUNES
Once ashes had fallen from
the sky
like gray moth wings
and settled onto branches brittle as ribs...
"Corners
of the Mouth"
from Long Journey: Contemporary Northwest Poets
Her fingers loosen the warm
musty
smell of soil and untangled roots.
Red chard raises veined hands in the wind...
© Jan Lee Ande
2007
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