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Here & Now
I’m walking the beach where I ran as a child.
Christopher Buckley
Her Stairs
Yesterday upon the stair
Gail Mazur
Her Oceanography
A strand of algae leaves its rubbery
Harriet Levin
HER MOUTH
Near the end, her mouth was pinned down
Julie Bruck
Henry’s Song
Sometimes sitting in a friend's backyard on a fall evening
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Hello, July 5th!
The morning is full of embarrassed flowers
Susan Rich
Hellebore | The Way of Books
Lord, I am all
Mary Ruefle
Heisenberg’s Principle
Look. We’re somewhere
Christopher Buckley
Heat Lightning
Before the fireflies and whiskey
Derek JG Williams
Heard in Claesz
Decanting like the lees
Hoyt Rogers
Heard in Caravaggio
The real is offered, unashamed:
Hoyt Rogers
Head of a Woman with the Horns of a Ram
I used to curse the sidewalk ice
Katie Hartsock
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