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False Elegy
I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free
Celia Bland
Why are white butterflies always in pairs
Above the Morning Glory. I’ve wondered this
Dorianne Laux
Practically Home
Every blaze in fire season is practically home.
Diane K. Martin
Two Poems
In reading I Decipher These marks
Brian Culhane
Considering the Extraordinary Lateness of the Hour
might it not behoove us to retire, to disappear
Bruce Beasley
Two Poems
My brain is such a bully—wash your face, comb your hair,
Barbara Hamby