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Mouth & Nomadic Reverie
Molar: a grinding tooth at the back of a mammal’s mouth.
Cynthia Cruz
Compare the movement of swallows
with Magritte’s matrix of businessmen
Kathleen Flenniken
All the time I pray to Buddha…
Issa, I killed 8 gophers this fall, held
Elizabeth Jacobson
To Be That Boy, to Be That Horse
I’ve watched a shy horse
Alan May
ON EMPATHY
Wary of the verb “empathize”—together with its noun “empathy” and adjective
DeWitt Henry
White Gauze Curtains
in them we see
Mary Mackey
FOR MATS AND LAILA
The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.
Tomas Tranströmer
The Sudden Walk
When evening comes to find you still
Devin Johnston
1945
The winter trees offer no shade no shelter.
Jean Valentine
Two Poems
might it not behoove us to retire, to pull away
Bruce Beasley
Three Poems
It was a beauty, made by the Hmong in Laos
Julie Bruck
Clothes
Because other things needed buying,
Molly Peacock
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