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Coda alla Vaccinara | A Dusting
From Keats’s grave, past the Paladiana and Coyote
Ron Smith
Oxygen & Waking to 1939, I Study Those Standing
I’m sorry my mother got a blood clot in her lung
Patricia Clark
Learning to Play It Again
While my daughter was learning Clementi —
Sandra McPherson
Nice Dark One
Yours is a noble bio, one note
Angie Estes
Hanging the Dirty Laundry
Father's ties were mother’s noose
Jan Freeman
Old Man Swimming
When the Old Man of the Sea shapeshifting on the bottom
Tom Sleigh
The Gone and the Going Away
The world I know keeps going farther
Maurice Manning
Cardinal
The drill of its song the whoop whoop whoop
Betsy Sholl
The End
Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.
Rebecca Lehmann
What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
A Brief Portfolio
A murder of crows wing black vectors across
Steven Cramer
Ana Varela Tafur translated from Spanish by Yaccaira Salvatierra
By the banks or the center of a river,
Ana Varela Tafur
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