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Paradise
Our little vacation town in Spain is packed. The driving, slow. Things have changed
Denise Duhamel
A Brief Portfolio
Our first time at the Sistine Chapel, prior to the restoration, the colors were dulled,
Bruce Cohen
Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
To Anything at All
Our father who is neither ours nor a father but farther and nearer,
William Olsen
Snow, an essay and The Day After the Day Without a Yesterday
Or, the winter I kept being turned into a pillar of salt.
Nicole Callihan
Fret Not
Opening the door for the first time since
Molly Peacock
INVENTORY | CAKE TIN
Open door, high cistern, wooden loo seat
Olivia McCannon
CYCLORAMA
Only with such care could history take form.
Christopher Kempf
Winter Landscape with Bird Trap
Only sparrows fly down, crows wait in treetops.
Ron Houchin
What I learned from ‘Saved by the Bell’
Only half a dozen people actually exist
Pablo Piñero Stillmann
Two Dogs Passing Through the Yard | Practice
One’s a male Aussie mix,
Chase Twichell
Four Poems
One was dicing an onion,
Ron Slate
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