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Who Are You?
who are you? the effect of well fed herds?
Tomaž Šalamun
Jerry Garcia in a Somerville Parking Lot
Past midnight, a man in his late 60s, tall, with long
Lloyd Schwartz
from Sleeping with Bashō
Growing out of clouds like a cedar tree—
David Trinidad
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
Four Poems
A New Age friend called to say she was visualizing me bathed in a rose-colored, healing light.
Nin Andrews
Wolf
Ink black, shark toothed, slithering
William Trowbridge
MASEFIELD IN PURGATORY | YOUR BROTHER’S FACE
Falls and stays flemished,
Susan Howe Elizabeth
Snow Day, by Jerome Sala
The camera in the other room points and clicks
Jerome Sala
Grade School Cafeteria
When it has been
Angela Ball
Flowers in a Vase
The dahlias' unopened buds poke like periscopes above their clownish mass
Don Bogen
The Way Forward | Fountainebleau
Swordplay is all
Andrea Cohen
SPENCER HILL
is steep, so breathing hard we sink down into a front pew,
Annette Barnes
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