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Over the Bright and Darkened Lands | Out in the Tranquil Bay
I sit in one of the dives.
Kim Addonizio
(…) | In Your Land
Let your heart beat like a gnat in an autumn lamp,
Anzhelina Polonskaya
the midwest sheds its skin
& leaves it clinging to a fence post
Doug Ramspeck
SAY
Says her Tarot reader says
Rae Armantrout
The Orders of the Ordinary
Death seemed no more
William Logan
The Last Few Feet
And so the thyme fell and spilled a neat pile
John A. Nieves
Ever Wish We’d Gone Beyond Being Friends? and My Auto Dealership
You asked. I’m remembering the vacation island
Scott Withiam
Getting Old, Thinking of Keats
Even though I’m old now
Gregory Orr
While Another Dove Nude into the Breakers
One talked with a talisman
Stephen Ackerman
Hurdy Gurdy
Like a grumbler who claims a five year old
Betsy Sholl
Guitar & Lantern
The boy with prosthetic limbs is the flame
Bruce Bond
The Silver Bullet
When I wasn’t washing my hands, I remembered
Lynn Levin
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