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The Raccoon
Like an old Italian man,
Joseph Bathanti
Alex Averbuch translated from the Ukrainian by Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky
everything happened as in the early days of creation
Alex Averbuch
On the Grounds of the Zendo
The face of the Buddha’s so smooth, she whispered,
Dick Allen
Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime
Southern Flower, I want to quote the bard,
Yona Harvey
The Conscious Fruit Fly
This means fruit fly the scholar.
Michael Earl Craig
On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull
Skull aged so much in rain and heat,
John Kinsella
The Dead, At Home,
snag on brush and low cactus.
Paul Nemser
SOLILOQUY OF A TORNADO IN THE DISTANCE
I knew a girl once
Bruce Bond
Black Apples & Landing
Dropping to the red earth, these, the night bearing
Page Hill Starzinger
Others & Kents
They stopped the car on the crest of Coleman Valley Road to show his sister and her husband the Pacific view.
Diane K. Martin
Sidewinder
You say I rudely cut her off, that you had to apologize,
Page Hill Starzinger
Hellebore | The Way of Books
Lord, I am all
Mary Ruefle
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