About Author: Leo Yankevich

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Leo Yankevich’s latest books are The Last Silesian (The Mandrake Press, 2005) and Tikkun Olam & Other Poems (The New Formalist Press, 2008). His poems have appeared in Amelia, American Jones Building & Maintenance, Artword Quarterly, Beauty for Ashes Poetry Review, Blue Unicorn, Candelabrum, Cedar Hill Review, Chronicles: A Magazine of American Culture, CounterPunch, Disquieting Muses, Edge City Review, Electric Acorn, Envoi, FutureCycle Poetry, Harpstrings, Iambs & Trochees, Iota, Ironwood, Kimera, Lite: Baltimore's Literary Newspaper, Lucid Rhythms, Mr. Cogito, New Hope International, Nostoc, Parnassus Literary Journal, Pennine Platform, The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, Poetry Nottingham, Psychopoetica, Raintown Review, Riverrun, Romantics Quarterly, Ship of Fools, Snakeskin, Sonnet Scroll, Staple, Sulphur River Literary Review, Tennessee Quarterly, The Barefoot Muse, The East River Review, The Eclectic Muse, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, The London Magazine, The MacGuffin, The Monongahela Review, The Neovictorian/Cochlea, thehypertexts.com, The Pennsylvania Review, The Sarmatian Review, The Tennessee Review, Tucumcari Literary Review, Trinacria, Visions International, Weyfarers, Whelks Walk Review, Windsor Review, inter alia. He is editor of The New Formalist. More of his work can be found at Leo Yankevich.com.

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    The Garrett Loft

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    Childhood Leaves

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    Tesla,1939

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  • Before they built this mall and palace I flour­ished longer than the clouds remem­ber; but it wasn’t mal­ice caused me to be replaced by crowds. I rise again in clear...

    Grass

    Before they built this mall and palace I flour­ished longer than the clouds remem­ber; but it wasn’t mal­ice caused me to be replaced by crowds. I rise again in clear...

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  • You turn your thoughts away from your own yard, grand­chil­dren skip­ping rope and toss­ing balls. The bell rings and you’re run­ning down the halls of the old school past frog-faced...

    Rust Belt

    You turn your thoughts away from your own yard, grand­chil­dren skip­ping rope and toss­ing balls. The bell rings and you’re run­ning down the halls of the old school past frog-faced...

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  • Burnt Sudanese earth under claw, a vul­ture waits three steps behind a girl who crouches, strands of straw beneath her low­ered head, her mind in refuge on the dream-kissed shores...

    Water

    Burnt Sudanese earth under claw, a vul­ture waits three steps behind a girl who crouches, strands of straw beneath her low­ered head, her mind in refuge on the dream-kissed shores...

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