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Mark Jarman

Spring 2003

A Pair of Tanagers

By Mark Jarman

The scarlet male, his green mate, their black wings Beside the AC unit in the dull dirt: They look at first like a child’s abandoned toys. But ants and iridescent […]

Summer/Fall 1999

Unholy Sonnets

By Mark Jarman

Someone is always praying as the plane Breaks up, and smoke and cold and darkness blow Into the cabin. Praying as it happens, Praying before it happens that it won’t. […]