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Your Brother’s Face
You believe your brother will come down
Christopher Howell
The Child and I
I wanted to go fishing one day,
Martinus Nijhoff
Three Poems
These dead again and again
Simon Perchik
The Willows in Winter in the Boston Public Garden
In the sun’s white
Catherine Breese Davis
Bah!
It is well-past old hat and hurt
Stephen Todd Booker
ABC Minors
Painted in oils on wood, the entire composition
Linda Bierds
THE WHITE ROAD
I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew
Daniel Tobin
God-Box
They give us a white cube, a paper box,
Mark Doty
More Reason
Though you may be a scribe in ancient Egypt
Carl Dennis
Rabbit
Regard the luckless cotton-tail,
DeWitt Henry
Revolver
His face was a festival. Inside it,
Carl Phillips
She Painted Artichokes
You had nothing to say so you painted some splendid artichokes
Emmanuel Moses
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