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A Singleton & Self Portrait: Between the Car and the Sea
They climb to their lookout, each day, different,
Elaine Sexton
All the Shrimp I Can Eat
They are swimming away from me at the speed of light
Timothy Donnelly
HOW IT IS WITH THE MEEK
They are pulverized into earth
Major Jackson
Memento Mori: Northern White Rhinos
They are grey, big as boulders,
Jennifer Franklin
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
Che Fai Di Bello
They are burning the fields in
Angie Estes
Weather Report
These white stripes of day achieve
Grace Cavalieri
Bruised Fruit
These sun-poached pages like an old address book
W.S. Di Piero
(Blessed Are) They Who Preserve
These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.
Danielle Blau
Three Poems
These dead again and again
Simon Perchik
The Palm Reader & Fire Horse
These blithe lines
Ekiwah Adler-Belendez
When My Son Is Dead 14 Years
These are the years I bargain with God.
Alexis Rhone Fancher
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