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Mr. Blake’s Skin Don’t Dirt
Because the vanishing point hovers
Maurice Manning
Leaving the Big City
So afterward I sat by the bosphorus blue water and many dazzling
Peter Balakian
The Poet in a Streetcar & The Sunflower of Rio de Onor
Suddenly with another year fallen away
Ruy Belo
Five Poems
His Dublin sister, two sons,
Pamela Alexander
Three Poems and a Translation
In life I was chasing a deer. In sleep the deer
Mark Irwin
Chekhov’s Gun
Atonement means nothing to a cook
Fiona Sze-Lorrain
Into the Flame
And you lay for decades counting sheep
Jay Parini
A Habitation of Jackals, a Court for Ostriches
Very dark now I put a seed in my mouth but its texture and taste
Timothy Donnelly
Embroidered Eyebrows of Eve
Eve as reflection, Eve
Jill McDonough
We Lay Our Fear in a Wicker Basket
Too drunk, walking around
Aaron Coleman
Wozzeck | Casualty
Even the toneless whisper finds its cradle, its home,
Bruce Bond
Shin Issues | Flash Flood
Probably you have shins.
Douglas Goetsch
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