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The End
Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.
Rebecca Lehmann
The Rainbow Sign, The Shirt and After All
God gave Noah the rainbow sign,
Grace Schulman
Home
Those last days in Hollywood—
Dana Goodyear
Imaginary Conversation | In the Orchard
You tell me to live each day
Linda Pastan
Two poems by Gentian Çoçoli, translated from Albanian by the author and Henry Israeli
A hive. Wooden shelter of meaning;
Gentian Çoçoli
The Just Measure and Eels
I stay here on the balcony after the rain, peering at the sky of a rocky landscape,
Ioan Flora
Prayer Written on a Wide Veranda on a Comfortable Couch in Sewanee, TN
If prayer requires an audience that is divine
Rebecca Aronson
All That Evening
You woke slowly
Carol Kner
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
Family Once Removed and Who Cooks for You?
I like to be alone
Judy Katz
Who Pays
Lord I have eaten and I don’t
Shane McCrae
Odyssey to the Self: Seven Minutes with Susan Rich and Nancy Mitchell
When my mother took out the small skillet, black and flecked
Susan Rich
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