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Charcoal | Medicine and Magazines
In my brown leather bag:
Cynthia Cruz
Five Poems
His Dublin sister, two sons,
Pamela Alexander
the primate hospital
I have raptured the oars.
G.C. Waldrep
Ode to Hands translated from Spanish by Mihaela Moscaliuc and Juan Suárez Proaño
Nothing can hide from hands
Juan Suárez Proaño
Dream Vision of Theodore Roethke
door to heaven? portal of wheres in a modern mound.
Natalie Louise Tombasco
On Being Mused Upon
Reading his poems, you recognize yourself
Carol Moldaw
Rain Sonnets
When the bear finally arrives, he’s starving. He wants whatever’s in my little blue basket, the Tupperware and the
Jules Gibbs
Mantra Post- Storm Desmond
After thirty-six hours indoors while Desmond
John Kinsella
Fogetting Names
Inevitable, and not
Mary Jo Salter
Armorial and The World is Burning
At least once or twice a season I take out
Brian Culhane
Elegy & Brooklyn, 1957
My brother told me we would join the Wide
Floyd Skloot
Like Body
one light series discrete
G.C. Waldrep
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