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The Angels’ Share and Poem Without a Title
Over distilleries’ rooftops, angels tipple
Jane Zwart
The Ant’s Plunder
When I stuck out my hand to grab the iron door handle, a hidden ant attacked my right
Xi Chuan
The Arithmetic Teacher Living in Six Meticulous Fields of Sweet
I thought I heard outdoors
Norman Dubie
The Authentic Galleries
Begin again. Begin with the wound.
G.C. Waldrep
The Bahá’í School
It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
Lindsay Stuart Hill
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
The Barricade
The barricade measures two meters high and twelve meters wide
Dag T. Straumsvåg
THE BEAR IN THE WHEELCHAIR
The bedside window is cracked a little, for fresh air presumably, and a lopsided venetian blind bangs softly in a
Michael Van Walleghen
The Beautiful American Word Baby
Once, I wanted it growled low in the throat
Susan Aizenberg
The Beautiful Hand
Not a word.
Laura Kasischke
The Beginner
Doesn’t have a clue, sips whiskey in a train
Sigman Byrd
The Big Blow
After the snow-soused April gale I wandered
Sydney Lea
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