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Presents the poem "My Yellowstone," by Cecily Parks. First Line: I fall as if I were in the mountains; Last Line: divulge. Something molten dares me to be its author.

The poem "Bell," by Cecily Parks is presented. First Line: This newness of snow. This boost-ringing; Last Line: & becoming the air in the belfry.

The poem "Bell," by Cecily Parks is presented. First Line: Here a wilderness of wild turkeys; Last Line: be a wilder animal.

Presents the poem "Speculatrix at the Mountaintop Observatory," by Cecily Parks. First Line: I rehearse my rangy faith; Last Line: me over. I spin.

The article presents the poem "Jugarum," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Vagrant angel of convalescence, our sedulous; Last Line: Scanning the bank for something to cut.

The article presents the poem "Folly," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Along the highway there's a place; Last Line: even yours, seems buffeted and slight.

Presents the prose poem "Letter to the Soft-Handed Bartender," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Goodnight, I write by way of salutation, wavering in your eyeway like a one-screw-gone stool, fumbling for valediction. Last Line: That night the ocean smelled like the ocean smells hemispheres away from wherever it was I followed you to.

Presents the prose poem "Equus Ferus," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Off to the side of the road, still foraging in stricken light. Last Line: And there I asked it of legless duns by distance darkness made.

Presents the prose poem "Letter to the Horsebreaker," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Movement is the way the horse defines itself. Last Line: Fracture then silence in which tameness fumbles for its syntax.

Presents the poem "Self-Portrait as Seismograph," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Dear Magnitude, I leave the how much; Last Line: of what you did.

The article presents the poem "In Colder Weather," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Here, waking earlier in the barn you painted blue, Last Line: their wondering. I am nearly done with expectation.

The article presents the poem "How to Read a Mackerel Sky," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Out of the clouds I make; Last Line: hear hoofbeats, love approaching.

The article presents the poem "The Fern Seed," by Cecily Parks.

Presents the poem "Vessel," by Cecily Parks. First Line: Little canoe, you; Last Line: who knows how this will end.