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Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
Ashes of Roses and Blue Chair
The early 19th Century rolls over
Christopher Howell
Cardinal
The drill of its song the whoop whoop whoop
Betsy Sholl
Dolls
The dolls wait for the children
Margo Taft Stever
Value and Reverie
The dog dreams on the rug
David Young
Cicada’s Courtship, Origin Story and Clean Houses
The dissipation of freshly harvested leeks, wilted,
Rasha Abdulhadi
Milkweed Lullaby and Radio Lullaby
The days were endless,
Cynthia Cruz
Observatory at the Prison
The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a
Debra Nystrom
FOR MATS AND LAILA
The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.
Tomas Tranströmer
Ars Poetica
The dark night caught Jerome by surprise
Eduardo Chirinos
Flowers in a Vase
The dahlias' unopened buds poke like periscopes above their clownish mass
Don Bogen
Letter to a Cyclist and Early Spring
The cyclist who’s rushing for the usual gold
Guy Goffette
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