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Nude with Pebbles
Flowers fall. And I noticed
Ralph Angel
For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves
Welcome all who have traveled the long road
Stewart Moss
So This is the Future & Hope
After I found out––
Fay Dillof
Music Class | Hymnals and Revivals
Kids learned to play
Andrea Cohen
Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea
O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything
Helen Bournas-Ney
The City translated by Kaveh Bassiri
I dream the city is flying in an airplane
Fereshteh Sari
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
Death of God
Bituminous was so soft, so much like dust
Gerald Stern
Value and Reverie
The dog dreams on the rug
David Young
The Book of Guests
They gamboled toward me on the plain—two lambs
Chard deNiord
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
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