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The Conversations I Remember Most | As A Hammer Speaks to a Nail
The way a sweet cake wants
Jane Hirshfield
MISSA CORONA SPINEA Good Friday, Macomb County
On one side of one dumpster
Greg Sendi
Say You’re Don Giovanni
Say you’re Don Giovanni Giovanni and you make
David Kirby
Edna St. Vincent, M.F.A.
Chic and petite, blind to her destiny
Mary Jo Salter
Summer circa 1967-2xxx
My mother & the other ladies
Jo-Ann Mort
L’Heure Bleue
Who was the first to say darkness “falls”?
Barbara Ras
My Girl
I was shopping for a castle.
Arthur Vogelsang
Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
Failure, an Update
The question is how long will she sit there
Jeffrey Skinner
ANY SINGLE THING | OFFERS OF SKY | THE EQUATION MUST BE BEAUTIFUL
At the shooting range,
Rosmarie Waldrop
Wait a Minute, It’s Simple
As I chewed thoughtful fruit breakfast
Arthur Vogelsang
Three Poems from “Where Are the Trees Going”
Inhabited uninhabited house subject to the air’s structure
Vénus Khoury-Ghata
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