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At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up
Brian Swann
An Island
Toward the end of the island
Steve Kronen
Hail to Thee,
I write, my wrist nodding
Angie Estes
NOTES ON SILENCE
The racket of birdsong wakes me at 4am, before first light.
DeWitt Henry
The Cricket
You too have risen at midnight
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
The Big Blow
After the snow-soused April gale I wandered
Sydney Lea
Nudes I & II
Once she crosses the threshold
Leeya Mehta
Wozzeck | Casualty
Even the toneless whisper finds its cradle, its home,
Bruce Bond
Cache
Here lies a hectic site, la Cité
Angie Estes
The Recognizable | Poem Beginning with a Line by C. Dale Young
Like when an irresistible force
Troy Jollimore
On Chanukah
Isn’t fire itself
Linda Pastan
You Don’t Drink Wine? and I Tremble: Two poems by Rumi
What? You don’t drink wine? Infidel, begone!
Jalal al-Din Rumi
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