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Given Plums
Early July my sister and I filled two sacks of plums from our orchard. We shook each tree until the ripest orbs fell
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Once I loved an opera singer from Spain
for 15 days, maybe 20.
Karen Paul Holmes
Cave Milk
How can it be Tomaz? How is it
David Wojahn
Magical Thinking
My dog does not question
Lisa Russ Spaar
Showering Behind the Zodiac’s Curtain
When blue hangs around me, I am
Diane Wakoski
Naked City
Apprehended in Herald Square carrying the head of his sister-in-law
Ron Slate
Cento for the Turn of the Year
Assume nothing. Take a position:
Rachel Hadas
BOOK OF HOURS
A jostle of stars at the edge of the Crab Nebula pinpoints the heart of Taurus. Under the right conditions, with a
Eric Pankey
Moss City
City down to the last nuance is moss,
Carol Frost
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Cotton Candy
At first it gives like a sponge, elastically, and you think you’ll only make an
Maura Stanton
After Our Parents Get Divorced, Our Mother Buys an Ivy Stencil
In the small white bedroom
Brandi George
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