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The Headless Horseman | A Tune for Theremin Vox
The messenger was so dead they sent him
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
Hello, July 5th!
The morning is full of embarrassed flowers
Susan Rich
THE BRIDGE
The most beautiful Russian girl in the world lives in Germany
Nicolae Coande
The Mystery
The mystery of our time
Alicia Ostriker
The Muse Writes Luis Jorge Borges A Letter On His 86th Birthday
The night has entered your eyes
Chard deNiord
Unified Theory
The night is blue and staggered with stars.
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
By the Numbers
The number of times intuition told me I had dodge
Nicole Caruso Garcia
Deceiving the Gods
The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune.
Ellen Bass
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The old wheelbarrow aimed like a cannon
Dorianne Laux
Leprechaun
The old woman next door would appear in
Tara Skurtu
The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size.
David Keplinger
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