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Hatfield
Such lovely matter, rain, abundant rain,
Amy Beeder
It Was A 3.8
My mother said go get me a plum.
Ron Slate
Battle Hymn of the Republic
God, could Kieran sing!—
Aaron Wallace
Daniel Whipped at the Market, St. Augustine, 1849
What makes memory?
Hunt Hawkins
Throw it All Away
My granddaughter who. The one alive in speech descends. A plate
Jeffrey Skinner
A Singleton & Self Portrait: Between the Car and the Sea
They climb to their lookout, each day, different,
Elaine Sexton
What God Says | Creek
What you don’t know is that when you lay
Kwame Dawes
My Girl
I was shopping for a castle.
Arthur Vogelsang
Two Fat Braids Crossed at the Crown
Mishearing you holding out the gadget plug,
Arielle Greenberg
Innocence
The birds she could identify—nuthatch, oriole—
Charles Baxter
August City Night & Love in Kyiv
stifles, thick stream
Natalka Bilotserkivets
Dolls
The dolls wait for the children
Margo Taft Stever
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