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Kneeling in a Pile of Leaves
Kneeling in a pile of leaves
Bianca Stone
the midwest sheds its skin
& leaves it clinging to a fence post
Doug Ramspeck
The Doorway | Wants
Two things she wanted among the left-behinds when her parents moved
Susan Eisenberg
Birds There is No Moon
Birds there is no moon
Dorothea Lasky
The Beginner
Doesn’t have a clue, sips whiskey in a train
Sigman Byrd
Three Fascinations
to wake to an alarm
Carol Moldaw
Mouth & Nomadic Reverie
Molar: a grinding tooth at the back of a mammal’s mouth.
Cynthia Cruz
All That Evening
You woke slowly
Carol Kner
BIRD
I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
Bruce Smith
Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
A Catalogue
You wrote me a letter in a very fast hand
Max Winter
REMEMBERING RAY – AUG. 2,1998 – FOR TESS
The invitation reads:
Jim Somers
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