Five poems by alum Pam Bernard (poetry, ’95) appear at Mudlark:

Marsyas’ Howl
the victor departs
wondering
whether out of Marsyas’ howling
there will not someday arise
a new kind
of art—
		     — Zbigniew Herbert
If not winter, what must Marsyas 
have felt, so artfully flayed, his visage 
stripped from him, all of a piece, until
his fingertips were the last 
to know wholeness. 
He could see his countenance
lifted from him just as this snow
is lifted from us. Two fists 

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