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At 10, I studied Vera Ellen’s legs
Christina Lee
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What if I was uttered into existence through the teamwork of cultists
Timothy Donnelly
Oxygen & Waking to 1939, I Study Those Standing
I’m sorry my mother got a blood clot in her lung
Patricia Clark
THE RAIN SO COLD
The air of the day abhors us
W.S. Di Piero
Dryer
This seemingly permanent revolution,
James Pollock
Heroic Register
I imagine a bed in the middle of a room.
Griffin Brown
Sunday in Connecticut
I drive into town.
Judy Katz
Hello, July 5th!
The morning is full of embarrassed flowers
Susan Rich
Beautiful Worry
this wan light, spaghetti-thin, uneases
Deborah Gorlin
The White Door and White Green Red Tree Stone Sun
I made an offering and left the shore.
Rachel Hadas
You Don’t Drink Wine? and I Tremble: Two poems by Rumi
What? You don’t drink wine? Infidel, begone!
Jalal al-Din Rumi
What Light Tastes Like
Depends on the hour of departure and if flowers
Barbara Ras
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