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Laboring to explain
in Ants and Men: Island Apocalypse,
Rebecca Seiferle
Showering Behind the Zodiac’s Curtain
When blue hangs around me, I am
Diane Wakoski
Two Poems
I thought I bought more soap
Charles O. Hartman
EASTHAM TURNIPS, ROUTE 6, NOVEMBER
Honor System, the sign tacked to a scrub oak said,
Gail Mazur
Raccoon in a Trap
The kidskin of his clever paws
Mark Wunderlich
Sestina
The time is naturally over. It is another morning. Lie
Leah Umansky
LA LONGUE DURÉE
It’s a far cry from the blaze we light
Angie Estes
The Summer House
I let the envelope fall to the floor unopened,
Lawrence Raab
The Conversations I Remember Most | As A Hammer Speaks to a Nail
The way a sweet cake wants
Jane Hirshfield
Poem in the Old Style
At the beginning of the play Hecuba was mourning her great losses. She made lists, blamed the Gods: they could
Ira Sadoff
My Girl
I was shopping for a castle.
Arthur Vogelsang
Paper
Damned if I’ll be the woman who collects mass produced throw pillows counts her
Jane Springer
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