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Nude with Pebbles
Flowers fall. And I noticed
Ralph Angel
from Canisy
Whenever we lined up to march into class, the assistant at my grandfather’s school always had us sing the kind of
Jean Follain
ON THE RMS QUEEN MARY | LATENT IMAGE
I'm exploring the decks, the ship docked in Long Beach since '67. Same liner Mom sailed in '39 from England to
Wendy Barker
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Morning, Redux | Drift Road
Another morning in the obscure,
William Logan
ARCHIMEDES
Bent over the plate, she studies
Alan Shapiro
The Caravaggio Room
Yuck, you heave in front of that sick boy
Ron Smith
America
America, I have a friend for whom everything went south
Kathleen Graber
Pacific
Balconies and streams
Peter Campion
Goat Theology
Those who deny everything, yet want,
Christopher Bakken
Soft Song
Nothing about you is soft,
Marilyn Kallet
Western Spinebill Sighting and the Absence of Tim
Tim is at a Goethe Society lesson
John Kinsella
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