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Heretical Physics & Mermaid Rescued by EMTs in Colorado
When I was englobed in subatomic quarks and bosons floating
Maureen Seaton
Given Plums
Early July my sister and I filled two sacks of plums from our orchard. We shook each tree until the ripest orbs fell
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Archaeologists
Archaeologists found
Hoyt Rogers
Great Pond
Tom swims
Andrea Cohen
Two Poems
Thinking’s chariot starts with it:
Peter Cole
Morning Hunger
Why not in the icy clarity of morning,
Stewart Moss
Cave Milk
How can it be Tomaz? How is it
David Wojahn
SENTIMENTAL CONVERSATION
In an ancient park, isolated and icy,
Lloyd Schwartz
mother of stains
a mother made of three buttons from three different sweaters
William Lessard
“Bird or Old Man” translated from Bulgarian by Holly Karapetkova
He arrived with a bag full of fog.
Dostena Anguelova
On a Version of “Lady with Lapdog” | Synch
How clever, to leave out all the articles, thereby suggesting their story, their plight, were less a story than a portrait
Steve Bradbury
Turd
Twelve inches, specific as a nail,
J.T. Ledbetter
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