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Busy bees | Torture
I like being around people who believe
Bob Hicok
City Harbor
How often we come to a headland and a city opens,
Carol Frost
Ars Poetica
Sometimes I feel
Cornelius Eady
Standing by a Coppice Gate, Reading “The Darkling Thrush”
The city gate loomed at century’s end,
Brian Culhane
In the Mud Marks Reveal
another story:
Sophie Cabot Black
What is Pleasure
The supreme pleasure of love
Angela Ball
Three Poems
I remember a ditch of cattails, learning their names. How they rose by the bridge
Jane Springer
THE COMPLETE LIST OF EVERYTHING
Plow blade excavated from a tomb
Eric Pankey
My Friend, Nice Socks & The Last Dance
My friend wanted to have breakfast at the local strip club.
Peter Johnson
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
Three Poems
Resingeing his right palm each take,
Adam Tavel
Amaryllis
Like the bell of an old Victrola,
Megan Marshall
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