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The Arithmetic Teacher Living in Six Meticulous Fields of Sweet
I thought I heard outdoors
Norman Dubie
Two Poems
I thought I bought more soap
Charles O. Hartman
Danger: A Triptych
I thought at first it was a rock, a pebble my own tire had somehow kicked up in a weird curve. I kept driving to my
Denise Duhamel
April
I think I will accept my life, the moment
Maxine Scates
What Santa Asked When Lord Russell Argued that “Santa Claus” was a Definite Description and not a Referring Expression
I tell my students to heed four things and they will be fine.
Paul Dickey
Why I Haven’t “Outgrown Surrealism,” No Matter What That Moron Reviewer Wrote
I still love the sound of breaking,
Dean Young
A Story about the Bees
I still have the bees
Derek JG Williams
The Just Measure and Eels
I stay here on the balcony after the rain, peering at the sky of a rocky landscape,
Ioan Flora
At the Kitchen Sink and While the Cows Stood Still
I stand over the sink
Anne Shafmaster
National Poetry Month
I stand before you today to speak about
Joseph Di Prisco
False Elegy
I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free to reminisce her final months.
Celia Bland
Over the Bright and Darkened Lands | Out in the Tranquil Bay
I sit in one of the dives.
Kim Addonizio
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