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We Came This Way to Know the Evening
Here’s a riddle:
Hsia Yü
Earth, Temple, Gods
A woman's feet, in lace-up sandals made of stone.
Amy Gerstler
Wild Yeast & Kiss and Tell
What color is Shakespeare?
Cherene Sherrard
While Another Dove Nude into the Breakers
One talked with a talisman
Stephen Ackerman
Remembering Lethe
Yesterday, a friend reached out:
Brian Culhane
Soaked, by Marilyn Kallet
At the friary lunch we chat about End of Days,
Marilyn Kallet
Sidewinder
You say I rudely cut her off, that you had to apologize,
Page Hill Starzinger
Slowly But Not Too Much and When Your Lover Leaves You
as if making your way through an alphabet
Angie Estes
The Studio
The palette down left in the foreground,
Arthur Brown
A Story of Mother Mary I Could Believe
The woman who was Mary knew things.
Nin Andrews
Two poems by Gentian Çoçoli, translated from Albanian by the author and Henry Israeli
A hive. Wooden shelter of meaning;
Gentian Çoçoli
Confession Therapy and Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)
One summer, as I was cleaning out the grooves in my palm, I was living in a monastery.
Duy Đoàn
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