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Ars Poetica
Sometimes I feel
Cornelius Eady
The List
Branches shiver as if a wand
John Skoyles
Three Fascinations
to wake to an alarm
Carol Moldaw
South Hole
So worship fire.
G.C. Waldrep
The Left Hand
clay votive offering
Fred Marchant
Posthumous Cabin
And got away to it, and left the work to others
William Olsen
Untitled
But here in the city there are signs and crowds in the street
Ralph Angel
True Bug | I Will Be Good
I’ve been talking to a bug all winter.
Cleopatra Mathis
Tongue of Language | Nightmare
Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb
Annie Finch
AFTER A FUNERAL
After the service and reception hour
Ted Kooser
Prequel
Take a seat. All you need to know is, I am
Philip Fried
LOVE HAS BIG TEETH | Route 140, Sixty Miles North of Winnemucca
You, in New Hampshire,
Tom Crawford
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