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Who Will Plant the Seeds of Svalbard and Orchard Fruit: Grafting
as far north you go as night you go night
Ginny Threefoot
Reflection
I am a lion
Eliza Griswold
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
Close to now
I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest
Zoë Ryder White
The Rosy Tones
the rosy tones
Karen Volkman
Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
FOUNTAIN
Dogwood white knuckle it through January, February, March:
Kathy Fagan
Like Warm Ice Cubes
A father is like warm
Bruce Beasley
Tranquility & Tremolo
Where song is, fire begins, tightens,
Keith Flynn
ALL THE BOYS
my face is old now
Denise Duhamel
A FLOW STONE IN CO. CLARE
You want to fathom me,
Daniel Tobin
Spectacle | Dear Bathtub | Freeway
Your eyewear and my eyewear,
Sherman Alexie
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