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Colors, we go way back.
Hoyt Rogers
My Name in Sticks
From the shallow sledding hill I gathered up
Adam Tavel
Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon
the word the night bore
Katarina Frostenson
Two Poems
I am sitting here in this little room
Matthew Lippman
Signaling to You
You live with a young leopard and a poem levitating in the gravitational landscape.
Sawnie Morris
PET SOUNDS
The summer I bought Pet Sounds at G.C. Murphy’s, I hadn’t gone a block from the store when on impulse I smashed
J.T. Barbarese
I failed a bird today
a House sparrow. I had to look
Michael Mark
I prefer synthetic grass
no roots no worm
Jane Medved
Outhouse with Maggots
Look at us. Please. Do not run away.
Bridget Lowe
Some Propositions with Children | Changing the Subject
The child is completely immersed in childhood
Ruy Belo
Poet at the Mall & Neuromythology
Because language begins in body
Pamela Hart
I Like to Tuck a Leaf
of some bright hue, say burgundy mauve,
Patricia Clark
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