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Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime
Southern Flower, I want to quote the bard,
Yona Harvey
Caroline
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he
Robert Clinton
Lightning Streak of White
Black streets, black sky with orchid clouds.
Ellen Bass
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
Volumes
Certain mornings you can catch the sound
Jane Satterfield
Tongue of Language | Nightmare
Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb
Annie Finch
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
In a Pile of Pictures
The man—young enough to be my son—
Sandy Solomon
Yet Another Life
And then one day I was no longer up
Michael Torres
A Brief Portfolio
Midlife, midsummer, and an infatuation
Heather Treseler
Two Poems
I don’t think I’ll make it,
Page Hill Starzinger
Stammer (2 pp)
Was I hatched from an egg, fostered by birds
Betsy Sholl
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