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I’LL CALL YOU THIS AFTERNOON,
I’ll call you nowhere, now
Angie Estes
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Charcuterie
She penciled fanciful animals
Meighan L. Sharp
Alien Valley
I’m sick of prodding the infinite,
Jeffrey Skinner
Undelivered letter from the Rev. Charles Smale to The Times, 1874 | Xiuhmolpilli, or The Binding of the Years, November 1507*
We have spent too long debating Darwin in these pages
Jonathan Taylor
Bear and the Crows
So many in the winter trees they caw
David Huddle
Gusto
Skin the asparagus for their lives,
Molly Peacock
Early Christianity: A Poem | Rome
OK, says James, let them keep their foreskins.
Ron Smith
The Studio
The palette down left in the foreground,
Arthur Brown
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
Three Poems from a Work in Progress
Deer in the backyard, Schubert’s ninth
David Lehman
Just So You Know
I figured it out after you ate
Abriana Jette
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