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Why the Sphinx Likes Riddles and Episodic
What she did,
Rae Armantrout
Two Poems
might it not behoove us to retire, to pull away
Bruce Beasley
Three Poems
I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave
Karl Kirchwey
Elegy
The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Stone Arabia
The horses bisect the field
Mark Wunderlich
Mishap
At the soiree, a hot ticket zooms off with a hot potato into the toy
Bruce Cohen
Monk’s Eye, #20
Of all rhythms he found day and night
Cees Nooteboom
I’m a Witch!
It is standard for women
Christopher Crawford
Dear Lucinda Williams and Dear Jules
A power in proximity to terror, the lower middle-class sublime of a car’s back seat,
Bruce Smith
OLD LOVE LETTERS
I too have my stack
Tony Hoagland
Dog in the Manger
As if you’d keep your bones from other dogs
Linda Pastan
take heed, hazard
what could it have been
nicole v basta
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