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False Darkness
I need the sun to be setting
William Olsen
This Could Happen
If you kept walking you would eventually step out of yourself.
Susan Rich
Wooden Boards
My father carefully rolls his pant leg up, places his leg between two wide boards. He tells my mother to jump hard on
Dzvinia Orlowsky
For Night to Fall
You could tell from the start that the best
Carl Phillips
The Recognizable | Poem Beginning with a Line by C. Dale Young
Like when an irresistible force
Troy Jollimore
Creek
Now it is easy to find where the creek dwindles, where it thickens at last, where its
Carrie Causey
DOMINION HELD AND ALTERED BY CHILDREN
Feral children leave the inside screens
Bruce Smith
Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
A WOMAN I KNEW ATE FIRE FOR BREAKFAST
And the light would tattoo itself across her mouth
Susan Rich
Hapax Legomenon
Literally “thing said once,
Danielle Blau
The Epileptic
Conversations with him are like waiting for thunder.
Jehanne Dubrow
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