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CREATION MYTH
We never expected this. Shapes
Danielle Blau
Anti-Gravity Time Machine
From the front stoop it’s the 21st century;
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Portrait | The Traveler
Recollections of my infancy: a patio in Seville,
Antonio Machado
Three Poems
I remember a ditch of cattails, learning their names. How they rose by the bridge
Jane Springer
What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
Oxalis in the Ingleside & Zucchini in August
You can find the world’s second largest sundial
Diane K. Martin
The Consultation Business
If I consult the Philosopher’s Tarot to guide my thought
Jerome Sala
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
I Spent one Summer with a Semi-colon
in those days people called it shacking up
Angela Ball
The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
Two poems by Katja Gorečan (from The Sufferings of Young Hana /Trpljenje mlade Hane) translated from Slovenian by Martha Kosir
hana likes to sit on the balcony when it rains.
Katja Gorečan
Pomade
It has been so long since anyone has touched it
David Keplinger
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