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Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
Late Elegy for Charlotte
You were about to sail the Seine.
Lynn Emanuel
Kintsugi and We Did Not Murder One Another
t will be spring sometime, when the autumn dies, when the thaw melts.
Margo Berdeshevsky
Fallow Ground & Geometries of Exile (or)
your washboard hands
Daniele Pantano
Two Poems
My brain is such a bully—wash your face, comb your hair,
Barbara Hamby
On Chanukah
Isn’t fire itself
Linda Pastan
Georges de la Tour! Georges de la Tour! | Metka | The Cross
I see how you climb!
Tomaž Šalamun
Zen Dictionary
In the Zen Dictionary, intention
Dick Allen
Handel in London, 1741
Wedged in a chair near the open window,
Floyd Skloot
God’s Man
When I was twelve I found it
Linda Pastan
Heretical Physics & Mermaid Rescued by EMTs in Colorado
When I was englobed in subatomic quarks and bosons floating
Maureen Seaton
Called to Lapse
And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears
Bruce Beasley
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