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The Gone and the Going Away
The world I know keeps going farther
Maurice Manning
An Occupation
The world will end in pink. Those clouds just above the horizon
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Lament Sunburns
The worst I got on a tar roof, mid-July with a bottle
Bradford Tice
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
A Brief Portfolio
Theatre people who know suppose them to bring good luck.
Stephanie Burt and Mara Hampson
How Sad
Their kisses were bitterly thin,
Martha Rhodes
Yard Art in Georgia
Their presence was sudden.
Kelly Cherry
Duet
Their quest--what does the human body mean?--
David Huddle
Golgotha & Receiving the Host
Then they came and cleansed you my love
Frannie Lindsay
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
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