Anthony Robinson
Summer 2025 | Poetry
These Mountains I Keep Knowing Fifty
Years in these trees and these
Waxwings drunk on berry juice
The way lips form
Alliances that love don't solve
We wanted to believe In this town
Our home
-ly village.
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I see the man in the hut
On the hill above where the deer graze
I feel his cigarette ash in my air
I see the red-blue banners on chain-link
Fences
I remember the cold war of my youth:
Of my earth.
It's getting colder every day.
Anthony Robinson is the author is Failures of the Poets (Canarium Books) and Broke Republic (Green Tower Press). His work appears in places like The Iowa Review, The Brooklyn Rail, and The "failing" New York Times.