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Mindfulness Training in La Jolla
That summer of Pokémon-go,
Carol Moldaw
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
Feasts for the Blind | My Dear Menshevik
That year it rained crows. Birds fell out of the sky in midflight.
Bernard Farai Matambo
Husband-Watching Height
That’s my fear, turning to stone.
Patricia Clark
A Brief Portfolio
the afternoons are perfect
T.R. Hummer
THE RAIN SO COLD
The air of the day abhors us
W.S. Di Piero
Before | Ode to Late Autumn, Auvillar
The American poet died of head trauma
Marilyn Kallet
Three Poems translated from Chinese by Steven Bradbury
The ancient Greeks believed that if you took everything
Hsia Yü
Olympia
The ancient Greeks knew how to pick out a sacred spot,
Barbara Hamby
The Death of Erik Satie
The arches aspire to points
Ron Slate
Bodies on the Margins
The artist understands blood; or rather
Kwame Dawes
Purge
The Aryan Jesus, in Hitler’s painting
Bruce Bond
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