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Natural History of the Soul
The song thrush hops, runs, stands,
Elizabeth Arnold
Seven Minutes with Mary Halvorson: Poetry and Jazz, Hand in Hand
Artlessly falling through overstretched arms delivers the night underground, a hole
Mary Halvorson
Lobsters | Turkey Vultures
In the depths of the sea they will eat the sea and outgrow the world’s largest pot.
Brian Barker
The Lost Explorers
Give me the lost explorers, the last-seens,
Grace Schulman
Two Poems
My old man praised himself for not being
Marc Vincenz
Letters from Earth & Sky
The petals
Marilyn Kallet
David
we wait in an arc with flashlights
Marilyn A. Johnson
Three Poems
Fish-shaped, dark brown,
Gary Soto
On Lust
I've outlived lust, or think I have.
DeWitt Henry
Poem by Zuzanna Ginczanka (1917-1945) translated from Polish by Alex Braslavsky
There’s now a so-so year for you: 1933—
Zuzanna Ginczanka
Prayer Written on a Wide Veranda on a Comfortable Couch in Sewanee, TN
If prayer requires an audience that is divine
Rebecca Aronson
Inauguration Day
Yes, like thousands of joyful poets today
Maura Stanton
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