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Earthquake
The voices of self are ended. A sepia
Ruth Padel
February Elegy with Tulips on a Glass Table
It’s the yellow dust inside the tulips.
Alison Jarvis
Little Night Owl
For hours I’d lug her on my shoulder,
David Bottoms
Mnemonic
Leaves in the eaves
Meghan O'Rourke
love sonnet to aliens | Putin statue project
the known universe is self-referential: it has no choice.
Andrei Codrescu
THE LEAVES HAVE NO PITY
gathering under the porch like abandoned promises,
Diane Wakoski
The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size.
David Keplinger
Six Makeshift Trees Around My Bathtub
Above our heads a vertical shadow
Samira Negrouche
Ghosts
The first time I saw him he was standing
Geoffrey Nutter
Wind, Blue Sky
I am practicing being
Susan Aizenberg
Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Paul Muldoon
Serial
I figure four times, you make it five
Andrew Wachtel
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