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Bosnia, Kentucky
Court documents say her name is Azra Bašic. In 1992, twin knives
Ellen Bass
IS LIGHT ENOUGH ?
Who’s there? I can’t seem to make out anything or anyone. Is
Lloyd Schwartz
Chekhov’s Gun
Atonement means nothing to a cook
Fiona Sze-Lorrain
Like Body
one light series discrete
G.C. Waldrep
Two Poems
the way a kitchen’s dirty washcloth
Joyce Peseroff
St. Bonaventure and Spring Birthday Romance
Merton’s last stop in the world
Frances Richey
Ophelia
Where stars sleep on the calm black waters,
Steve Kronen
The Widow at Point Reyes and Broncoscopy
She sat for an hour watching 10,000 tiny silver fish
Chard deNiord
Battle Hymn of the Republic
God, could Kieran sing!—
Aaron Wallace
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
Leaving the Big City
So afterward I sat by the bosphorus blue water and many dazzling
Peter Balakian
At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
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