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Free Descent
It seemed I had always been kicking
Martha Serpas
Morning Bells in Marienplatz
The wasps
Kristina Andersson Bicher
A Lean-to at the End of the Galaxy
You fire a fiction deep into my brain
Jonathan Weinert
The Peripheral Position of the Sun
A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies
Marilyn Hacker
The List
Branches shiver as if a wand
John Skoyles
Truce, Class Notes & On Rereading the 23rd Psalm
My high school class of 1950
Linda Pastan
Blind | Opulent, Unfunereal World
The way, as I wake, some shimmery dream
Chris Forhan
New Math
Out of the place I knew,
Rachel Hadas
As So Often Happens | Twenty-two Years Later
As so often happens, in the middle
Jessica Greenbaum
Dryer
This seemingly permanent revolution,
James Pollock
Trompe L’oeil –Not a Painting
From 30,000 feet
Bonnie Riedinger
LITTLE PIECES OF STRING TOO SMALL TO BE USED | INCEST | HER LISTS | BIRD SONGS
Granny's label on a box in her attic.
Wendy Barker
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