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Danger: A Triptych
I thought at first it was a rock, a pebble my own tire had somehow kicked up in a weird curve. I kept driving to my
Denise Duhamel
I open the windows.
What I wanted
Jane Hirshfield
Carbide
As he approached the river a little Fiat drew off the main road and parked among
A.L. Snijders
A Brief Portfolio of Six Poems
The pond flattered the foliage,
John Skoyles
All the Shrimp I Can Eat
They are swimming away from me at the speed of light
Timothy Donnelly
Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out
Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,
John Kinsella
Pier
If the pier is two hundred and fifty words long, it is important
Carolyn Guinzio
Jug
Colors, we go way back.
Hoyt Rogers
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
From The Little Book of Passage
Ecco il fiume che mi allarga lo sguardo, che mi attraversa la fronte.
Franca Mancinelli
On the Banks of the Allegheny
We had started over again—
William Logan
The Killing
While Abraham binds his son’s hands,
Jeff Friedman
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