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Near the Sea
All manner of birds love this windbreak hedge
Billy Collins
The Barricade
The barricade measures two meters high and twelve meters wide
Dag T. Straumsvåg
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
The Birthdays of the Dead
It is an affront in their land
Charles O. Hartman
This Moment
You know when darkness seems to pour
Ron Smith
Two Dogs Passing Through the Yard | Practice
One’s a male Aussie mix,
Chase Twichell
Purge
The Aryan Jesus, in Hitler’s painting
Bruce Bond
Voyager parable and Parable of the Little Ghost
Today I am downhearted meaning sunken meaning mired
Leslie Harrison
Memento Mori: Northern White Rhinos
They are grey, big as boulders,
Jennifer Franklin
Monk’s Eye, #20
Of all rhythms he found day and night
Cees Nooteboom
Three Poems
My fingers grow white with winter, blood
Traci Brimhall
Mishap
At the soiree, a hot ticket zooms off with a hot potato into the toy
Bruce Cohen
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