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The Window Light, The Dead Boy Isn’t Dad & The Window Light Again
Painting around the windowsill
Michael Broek
White Zinfandel
Again last night I dreamed the dream called Waiter.
Christopher Bakken
The Mystery
The mystery of our time
Alicia Ostriker
THE SACRIFICE | BROWNACRE
nothing but blue
Monica Youn
The Book of Forgotten Geniuses
I can understand why the Egyptians
Stewart Moss
Pier
If the pier is two hundred and fifty words long, it is important
Carolyn Guinzio
SMOKE GHOST SMOKE
Its smell didn't wake my husband
Nancy Mitchell
Harvest
Like someone who has spent long hours among the vines,
Daniel Tobin
Annunciation
I learned to hide the wings, almost immediately,
C Dale Young
A Sampler
As you hold your breath, like a watchman waiting for sunrise. Let’s replace immediacy with a swift cataclysm, replace
Ana Gorria
Three Poems
Fish-shaped, dark brown,
Gary Soto
All the time I pray to Buddha…
Issa, I killed 8 gophers this fall, held
Elizabeth Jacobson
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