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Wade Newman

Summer 1984

Moses

By Wade Newman

I I rest aboveThis grave mound’s crypt,A date-pit spat from Egypt’s mouth,Unmindful as a dozing babyRiding in its woven basket.If the River runs bloodDoes my dry heart feed it?If the […]

Summer 1984

Noah

By Wade Newman

The joke began with his blessing,And I rose, naked and seriousIn the ark of his hand. He showered praise, claimed meHis salvage. Bound with his WordI hounded close friends. My […]