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THE LEAVES HAVE NO PITY
gathering under the porch like abandoned promises,
Diane Wakoski
In the Vestibule
The in-between is queasy
Rachel Hadas
Two Poems
Sometimes the mist our mothers walk through
Sara London
Father and Analysand
Shy in houndstooth, white hair and a smoke
Joan Houlihan
Mowing
I never remember to ask what it is
Maxine Scates
DINNER AT LYNN AND LINDA’S WITH KEN AND JACK
Dinner tonight with two married gay couples
Jim Daniels
Notes on an Illness in Spain & the grist of gratitude is like ingratitude
The sinuous ripple of a well-broken in fan, a soft hand
Kim Garcia
Honey
Strange music of our Emily —
Cecilia Woloch
Sonnet for a Tall Flower Blooming at Dinnertime
Southern Flower, I want to quote the bard,
Yona Harvey
Why the Sphinx Likes Riddles and Episodic
What she did,
Rae Armantrout
Early Explorers Sometimes Carried Watermelons Instead of Canteens & Close Your Eyes
Ever cut open a watermelon
Katharine Rauk
Instinct
No matter, nothing could help me make sense
Katherine Soniat
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