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This week on wordish, I get that sinking feeling that everything around me is sinking and I'm the last to know. This poem is called "Waiting".

A beautiful poem about the global warming? In his moving poem, Sestina: Song for the Apocalypse, D.E. Green takes on those responsible for the impending disaster to task: Us.

This week, in his poem "Boy with Honey Bee Hair," Minneapolis poet Barry Brent has a dream that becomes like a myth that becomes like a dream that...

To traverse a bog, one needs some background information. Puposky poet, Cate Belleveau fills us in.

This week I bring a poem about Maple seeds - whirlygigs, we used to call them - and two different kinds of destiny. Check it out and then throw caution to the summer wind and submit your own writing to wordish!

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