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From Toying
Like Tiny Tears
Kimiko Hahn
Thalia
I died with them while they were alive.
Donald Revell
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
The Madonna Poems
She bends to lift him from the basket.
Frances Richey
The Russian Senior Building. Newark, NJ | Mercury
Those who are younger-younger play their bingo,
Irina Mashinski
George Orwell Sucks
How can a word evocative of so much pleasure,. both adult and infantile, find itself used – by almost everybody – in
Stephen Dunn
A Brief Portfolio
have heard through some trembling of their web
Patrick Donnelly
Concussion Test
Do you feel heartsick for aboriginal (original) people wearing baseball caps?
Bruce Cohen
February Elegy with Tulips on a Glass Table
It’s the yellow dust inside the tulips.
Alison Jarvis
A Love Poem While Dissolving
I’m trying to say I love you, but Buckminster Fuller declared
David Wagoner
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
Square of Beveled Glass
Hag––first thought.
Joan Larkin
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