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Sharp Noises at Night
When I travel to the Midwest, trains
Marge Piercy
Late Elegy for Charlotte
You were about to sail the Seine.
Lynn Emanuel
The White Door and White Green Red Tree Stone Sun
I made an offering and left the shore.
Rachel Hadas
Contagions of the Visible
In the optics of the dark ages, the eye
Bruce Bond
Old Sweater | Alongside
On November 21, in late afternoon, I open the bottom drawer of my bureau
Rachel Careau
Impressionist
Once it was declared awful because it was brilliant
Jennifer Grotz
The Widow at Point Reyes and Broncoscopy
She sat for an hour watching 10,000 tiny silver fish
Chard deNiord
Tails | On the Other Side
When our tails fell off, we had nothing to wag or wave behind us, nothing to curl up or
Jeff Friedman
The Fortieth Day | Pussy Riot/Want/Don’t/Want
Now she called forth nights of a different kind of brilliance when the moon wrapped every thing with light—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
GOD HOUR (ERIC LUNDQUIST: IN MEMORIAM)
No mind, no form, I only exist;
Lloyd Schwartz
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