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The Real River
Gauze gaze, the present’s freeze never sticks.
Jennifer L. Knox
A Sampler
As you hold your breath, like a watchman waiting for sunrise. Let’s replace immediacy with a swift cataclysm, replace
Ana Gorria
SELF PORTRAIT IN THE BACKYARD AS MOTHER
Tulip-bellied, fists full of weeds, the baby shuffles over the wet grass,
Nicole Cooley
JANUARY
This longing for him the choke in my throat again —
Laure-Anne Bosselaar
Duets
Telemann at 7:30 on an evening
Sherri Felt Dratfield
Confession Therapy and Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)
One summer, as I was cleaning out the grooves in my palm, I was living in a monastery.
Duy Đoàn
And
And
Keith Waldrop
A Brief Portfolio
When Doris the hen
R.T. Smith
Club X
Between the gaping double-doors of Club-X and two leather thugs,
Philip Metres
Melancholia & Trouble in Mind
On the periodic table, it is the densest of elements. It does not refract or reflect, but absorbs all
Eric Pankey
The Madonna Poems
She bends to lift him from the basket.
Frances Richey
On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull
Skull aged so much in rain and heat,
John Kinsella
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