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Sack
Ancient river bed hacked and carved whittled deep
John Kinsella
Shifts and Song for Sally
Middle school cafeteria duty monitoring ungainly, dour
Scott Withiam
in common and gentrify
My neighbor Steve is one of these lawn guys, with an engined solution for every yard flaw.
Sarah Dunphy-Lelii
Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Paul Muldoon
Notes on Desire
Archytas of Tarentum said the most fatal curse
Elizabeth Jacobson
The Freud Museum
It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick
Ruth Padel
The Look
I’ll never tell Ethan I listen to him sing
Steven Cramer
Tolstoi Learned to Ride a Bike at an Age When Most of Us Cash in Chips by Annette Barnes & Stuart Friebert
There we were, watching the parade, while he climbed up
Annette Barnes
Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
The Shell
When I picked it up from the sand
J. Allyn Rosser
Borges at Dolphin Books: New Orleans, 1982
He props his cane between Maps & True Crime,
David Wojahn
Winter | Untitled
Let this winter pass into another winter.
Ester Naomi Perquin
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