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Ebbtide
He said one day when we are old, we—
Lynne Thompson
Of The Heart, A Hymn & Interracial love affair ended by lynching of a man & let there be a song for zero
Your name is ash
Shamar Hill
SUNDAY LUNCH AT MOM’S COUSIN DINNIE’S: JUNE 1969 | “ELEGANT,” SHE SAID
I hadn't yet recovered from a concussive first year teaching ninth-grade English
Wendy Barker
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
Going Out Staying In
I’ve done the math of staying in bed,
Jim Daniels
Two Poems
Save forever my words for the taste of a smoke and disaster,
Osip Mandelstam
LATE
The last time my father returned from work
Floyd Skloot
How to Topple a Kingdom
Read overly-detailed novels. Prefer
Dick Allen
The Gone and the Going Away
The world I know keeps going farther
Maurice Manning
Paying a Blind Man to Wash and Wax My Car
Maybe they’re right, friends who mock me,
Helen Pruitt Wallace
Auntie Deluvian and Alien On The Ark: Two by Two
Deep-time they called it when King Dumuzid the Shepherd
Terese Svoboda
Manet’s Asparagus
Naked as an
Paula Bohince
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