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Book of Dolls
The psychoanalyst has left the building
Bruce Bond
Ever Wish We’d Gone Beyond Being Friends? and My Auto Dealership
You asked. I’m remembering the vacation island
Scott Withiam
The Angels’ Share and Poem Without a Title
Over distilleries’ rooftops, angels tipple
Jane Zwart
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
Poem With A Ghost Town
I am the town that everyone left
Cynthia Atkins
Pacific
Balconies and streams
Peter Campion
On Being Mused Upon
Reading his poems, you recognize yourself
Carol Moldaw
The Host of Turns
We were gathered in this kind of circus-tent,
Antonio Machado
My Lovely Garonne
Because every tenth poem or so the poet described
Jessica Greenbaum
FREE VERSE
Small woods upon an incline
Donald Revell
THE COURTING
In every dark jazz club, in each smoky corner
Tara Betts
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