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grief being a swatch of blue & grief being that song from childhood & grief being a pitched tent
a rectangle in an unborn son’s room
Nicole Callihan
Two Poems
A rectangular tray materializes, made
Sawnie Morris
The Jeweled Eye
A ruby eye on the clasp of the gold
Gregory Donovan
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, darkening in maple shade.
David Bottoms
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, fading into maple shade.
David Bottoms
To a Soldier in Ukraine
A soldier must know three things—
Garrett Hongo
From A Line By Kawabata
A solitary shadow in stillness
Ron Slate
Sounds Like Love
A spacial infirmity
Charlie Smith
Her Oceanography
A strand of algae leaves its rubbery
Harriet Levin
The Plum
A teacher I loved
Molly Peacock
She Dog | Mermaid
A ticky rain of blood from
Terese Svoboda
Kabuki
A widow in Mississippi kept them in glass cases,
R.T. Smith
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