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Blue Rim
Set the table with your heirloom
Deborah Allbritain
Pomade
It has been so long since anyone has touched it
David Keplinger
Two Poems
If this gray house where I live, house
Martha Collins
Your Brother’s Face
You believe your brother will come down
Christopher Howell
Nurse at a Bus Stop
The slow traffic takes a good long look.
Simon Armintage
Ghosts
The first time I saw him he was standing
Geoffrey Nutter
Riding the Metro-North New Haven Line and Black Mountain Music
The question is what kind of sausage are they—
David Blair
SUNDAYS | ALONE
Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
Georges Rodenbach
The gift of putting something down…
The gift of putting something down, he had yet to discover it--letting it slide from his grip.
Stephen Dobyns
Seven Minutes with Mary Halvorson: Poetry and Jazz, Hand in Hand
Artlessly falling through overstretched arms delivers the night underground, a hole
Mary Halvorson
Ode to Cabeza de Vaca
What good is it to see for miles and miles,
Bruce Weigl
Western Spinebill Sighting and the Absence of Tim
Tim is at a Goethe Society lesson
John Kinsella
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