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The Beautiful Hand
Not a word.
Laura Kasischke
From the Republic of Sleep and Mercy | The Island to Remind You of Your Childhood
All night I dreamt death
Heather Altfeld
Little Night Owl
For hours I’d lug her on my shoulder,
David Bottoms
Dream Vision of Theodore Roethke
door to heaven? portal of wheres in a modern mound.
Natalie Louise Tombasco
While
While we were kissing that year, the icebergs were sleeping,
Paul Hoover
Squirrel Hour
The wind goes into the backyard pines,
Jonathan Weinert
This Could Happen
If you kept walking you would eventually step out of yourself.
Susan Rich
Standing by a Coppice Gate, Reading “The Darkling Thrush”
The city gate loomed at century’s end,
Brian Culhane
ANY SINGLE THING | OFFERS OF SKY | THE EQUATION MUST BE BEAUTIFUL
At the shooting range,
Rosmarie Waldrop
HER MOUTH
Near the end, her mouth was pinned down
Julie Bruck
Note to Thomas Stearns Eliot
I just dared to eat
Billy Collins
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
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