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THE ABDUCTION | INSIGHT | THE FOUNTAIN
The falcon, which he’s just bought, at his cheek,
Kuno Raeber
On the Grounds of the Zendo
The face of the Buddha’s so smooth, she whispered,
Dick Allen
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
At sunset translated from Spanish by Paula J. Lambert
the dragonfly perches on the river waiting for a breeze
Juan Armando Rojas
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
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