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Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
While
While we were kissing that year, the icebergs were sleeping,
Paul Hoover
Moving the Piano and From the Cliff
Compact and gleaming, black and white,
Rachel Hadas
Tattoos | Tattoos
They come with stories. Like the woman whose thorny twist
Rebecca Goss
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
In the Golden Silence of Vineyards & My Wine translated by Paula Bohince
In the golden silence of vineyards,
Corrado Govoni
Letter to My Almost Former House
It’s true, I’m getting ready to leave you.
Theresa Burns
Anthropocene
Nesting, the turtle seems to be crying even though she is simply
Nomi Stone
Tolstoi Learned to Ride a Bike at an Age When Most of Us Cash in Chips by Annette Barnes & Stuart Friebert
There we were, watching the parade, while he climbed up
Annette Barnes
Earth, Temple, Gods
A woman's feet, in lace-up sandals made of stone.
Amy Gerstler
(Blessed Are) They Who Preserve
These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.
Danielle Blau
Nautilus
I fantasize about inhabiting a nautilus, how each chamber
Elinor Ann Walker
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