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The Good World
but when I painted the deer
Frannie Lindsay
Madonna in Blue
An aneurism in the sun, a gravity-wave.
Richard Kenney
July Saturday Night
Now I’m going to walk downtown to Cape Tip Sportswear
Gail Mazur
Regret
Later in life, we enter the neighborhood
Anton Yakovlev
A Brief History
When I close my eyes I can still hear
Christopher Buckley
SHINE, NOT BURN
Just at that point
Sarah Anne Stinnett
THINNING THE SPRUCES
I’ve become ruthless with the spruces
Jeffrey Harrison
Edna St. Vincent, M.F.A.
Chic and petite, blind to her destiny
Mary Jo Salter
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
Three Poems
All things counter, original, spare strange
Nicole Cooley
The Afterlife of Breath
My father dead on the gurney
Stewart Moss
Winter | Untitled
Let this winter pass into another winter.
Ester Naomi Perquin

The Good World