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Swan Song
I admit. In the beginning
Alice Friman
Three Poems
They watch her watching them, the spirits.
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
On the Banks of the Allegheny
We had started over again—
William Logan
Errand
The fawn was
David Baker
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
YAWP
I long to move closer
Robert Nazarene
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
cedar top goddesses from phil’s sawmill | ozark sonnet
The cedar goddesses lie down on saw-horses
Andrei Codrescu
Wait a Minute, It’s Simple
As I chewed thoughtful fruit breakfast
Arthur Vogelsang
A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist and Take The Body From The Ground
Her clothing says Old Europe
Joshua Mensch
Game with a Mad Bounce
The child and I are kicking a pebble down the road--
D. Nurkse
Lichen Prospectus
Specimen leaves sung down for pages
Drew Milne
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