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A Brief Portfolio
Like conifers in the Bois de Boulogne where he would walk
Daniel Tobin
Lily of the Forest
On the slopes of Mt. Ślęża, the cult
Daniel Bourne
The Gifts
The closet where the black sweaters hang. Where the game of backgammon is played
Daniel Bourne
Volumes
Certain mornings you can catch the sound
Jane Satterfield
An Island
Toward the end of the island
Steve Kronen
Two Poems translated from Chinese by Steve Bradbury
The still object Kazuo Ohno caressed is already growing old
Wu Yu Hsuan
Portrait of My Father as a Snake
I was dead. The hospital around me
Tom Sleigh
Stairway
In those days, so many stairways were said to lead to happiness, mainly of a sexual kind—and as I climbed those
Tom Sleigh
Old Lithographed Landscape & Woolgathering
A causeway wavers all the tilted days
Alexander Dickow
Poet’s Walk, Central Park Mall
Shakespeare, Robert Burns, and Fitz-Greene Halleck
Grace Schulman
A Brief Portfolio
the afternoons are perfect
T.R. Hummer
No Nonsense | The Layout
Split off for a sec
Charlie Smith
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