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Two Poems By James Scannell McCormick

Chorin Abbey Brandenburg, Germany You’re less at ease the further north we ride. Through drowsy towns, past lakes too small and old To name, I

ABOVE WAN CHAI The shrimp paste colored moon is intently watching an older woman on her balcony cutting fruit with a profound precision—she

Pro Forma Once seated, we peruse the same Old menu by and by— Which dish (or special from the board) Would we

1952-2012 So many women have been here before: at water’s edge on a pale shore, as if time widens and narrows, a swinging

Missing In Action I can’t complete this poem successfully Because to do that I’d need every word And one of them (I can’t remember which)

Iris Terzanelle When I got the call, I broke down and cried Tears pouring steadily from the well of grief News that my grandmother

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