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      November 23, 2016AnthemElaine Sexton

      His face, a flag, fades
      and folds into
      what it once was—
      in death, an anthem
      to itself. He is wave
      after wave of what
      promised to be
      a good ride. Always
      in four-wheel drive,
      he is passenger
      and pilot both.
      The roll bar protects us
      from breaking
      our necks.
      What we know
      about him,
      we know
      without doors,
      without windows,
      without a roof.

      from #53 - Fall 2016

      Elaine Sexton

      “Teaching offers me the opportunity to not only share what I know, but to extend the conversation of poetry and the art world to my students, who would find it hard to participate otherwise. The downsizing in publishing, my first profession, brought me to the itinerant life of an adjunct teacher. Teaching poetry was something I had previously done for the sheer pleasure of it.”

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