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The Lost Explorers
Give me the lost explorers, the last-seens,
Grace Schulman
LOVE HAS BIG TEETH | Route 140, Sixty Miles North of Winnemucca
You, in New Hampshire,
Tom Crawford
Logs
Giants lie entangled on wet sand,
Grace Schulman
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
The Mind Sliding
around inside the scene:
Wayne Miller
Regret
Later in life, we enter the neighborhood
Anton Yakovlev
SMOKE GHOST SMOKE
Its smell didn't wake my husband
Nancy Mitchell
Occupation
As a peeper, some clear night, singing for a star,
Scott Withiam
All That Evening
You woke slowly
Carol Kner
Testimony of an Armless Man
I lost my arms in a farming accident, but later found I’d grown phantom limbs. There were many things I
Dara Elerath
What Santa Asked When Lord Russell Argued that “Santa Claus” was a Definite Description and not a Referring Expression
I tell my students to heed four things and they will be fine.
Paul Dickey
Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon
the word the night bore
Katarina Frostenson
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