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The Quarry, Pontaise
To enter into the greens
Linda Pastan
Two O’Clock and Stray
As though all at once it is afternoon
Frannie Lindsay
Vita Nova
Born on the outskirts of the Romanian kingdom
Katia Kapovich
SEND A SEARCH PARTY | FIRST SNOWFALL | A FINAL WALK WITH MY NEPHEW
My joints are full of dewy lights
Max Ritvo
The Maker
The maker never uses thread
Robert Hilles
Tchaikovsky’s Fifth, On Freud’s Birthday [May 5] & In Vienna
The first movement of Tchaikovsky’s
David Lehman
cedar top goddesses from phil’s sawmill | ozark sonnet
The cedar goddesses lie down on saw-horses
Andrei Codrescu
What Santa Asked When Lord Russell Argued that “Santa Claus” was a Definite Description and not a Referring Expression
I tell my students to heed four things and they will be fine.
Paul Dickey
Three Poems from “Where Are the Trees Going”
Inhabited uninhabited house subject to the air’s structure
Vénus Khoury-Ghata
I Had a Cheerful and Gentle Dog
I had a cheerful and gentle dog.
Luigi Fontanella
Listen Up Medusa | Personal Narrative
Seduced by your statuesque
Michael Homolka
Two Poems
Sometimes the mist our mothers walk through
Sara London
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