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Don’t Know Much About the French I Took
I silently disapproved when they said, “Let’s go French
Ron Smith
Chaja-Lea Returns
This is where we were
Eric Odynocki
Whirlybird & Poets
This whirlybird
J.T. Barbarese
The Night Dancers
Praise the shadows that slither up candlelit walls
Grace Schulman
Square of Beveled Glass
Hag––first thought.
Joan Larkin
The One Crying in English Class
From time to time, I still get angry
Freesia McKee
What a Man Wants is the Power to Name the Terms of His Rescue
If I had that power,
Ray Gonzalez
Rembrandt, Self-Portrait, Age 51
Rembrandt, I aspire to your self-portraits
Peter Cooley
Obit
At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up
Brian Swann
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
Oak | Installation
I sat at it, a good table—one of a number
Dore Kiesselbach
Coffee on the Stoop
In the yard across the way, the neighbor’s cat—
Clare Rossini
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