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Halloween
It is as quiet as the death of the dead no one knows
Hugo Claus
Whirlybird & Poets
This whirlybird
J.T. Barbarese
On Beauty and To the Phaistos Disc
I have a tree outside my house. I don’t know what kind—in spring, it blooms, gorgeous.
Natasha Sajé
My Fjord | Someone Else’s Someone Else
I will sail through my own fjord and I will name the fjord My Fjord.
Lee Upton
from Landscapes on a Train
There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into
Cole Swensen
Western Spinebill Sighting and the Absence of Tim
Tim is at a Goethe Society lesson
John Kinsella
A Brief Portfolio: Five Poems
I found this suitcase slumped in a dark attic corner
Sydney Lea
Bruised Fruit
These sun-poached pages like an old address book
W.S. Di Piero
January and The Marrow
Greetings from the first darkness,
Elaine Equi
Prequel
Take a seat. All you need to know is, I am
Philip Fried
Snow Day, by Jerome Sala
The camera in the other room points and clicks
Jerome Sala
Ode to Scars
The scars on others’ faces draw me to them.
Thomas Lux
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