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Strange that Penelope
does not question or pray in a selfish manner
Katherine Soniat
Without Apology
Things happen. We’ve been promised
Annette Barnes
From “The Last Letter of My Body”, translated from Russian by Anne O. Fisher
it’s winter here: the winter rains come, the roses bloom
Alex Averbuch
Elements and A Streetcar Named Panera
An abandoned father heals,
Alejandro Escudé
Broadcast
Five blank days of snow,
Stuart Dybek
Higher Education and In Every Scene
It’s hard to solve the problems of the world
Robert Nazarene
The Lost Explorers
Give me the lost explorers, the last-seens,
Grace Schulman
After the Invention of Polystyrene a Ligurian Goat Crosses the Equator
Abut in a tailspin, mad spark
Marc Vincenz
Rembrandt, Self-Portrait, Age 51
Rembrandt, I aspire to your self-portraits
Peter Cooley
The Window Light, The Dead Boy Isn’t Dad & The Window Light Again
Painting around the windowsill
Michael Broek
Painting
all things look as if
André du Bouchet
And This is How It Happens
Because I have been happily
Peter Cooley
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