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The Left Hand
clay votive offering
Fred Marchant
What I learned from ‘Saved by the Bell’
Only half a dozen people actually exist
Pablo Piñero Stillmann
A Brief Portfolio
I said goodbye to a friend who left a hole filled
Bruce Bond
Interlude for a Solitary Flute
What is the age of the couple
Mary Ruefle
PHYSICS, ETC.
Everything and everybody are always doing something.
Arthur Vogelsang
Archaeologists
Archaeologists found
Hoyt Rogers
The Immortality Ode
Bill Evans is quiet, fingers still above the keys, But ready to begin again and
Brian Culhane
Nature
Looking through trees strangely into nature.
Ralph Angel
Poem by Zuzanna Ginczanka (1917-1945) translated from Polish by Alex Braslavsky
There’s now a so-so year for you: 1933—
Zuzanna Ginczanka
Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
Road Trip
Over the singed and brittle roadside stalks,
Davis McCombs
The Lesson
It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself
Stuart Dybek
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