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Kabuki
A widow in Mississippi kept them in glass cases,
R.T. Smith
ORACLES | HOME FRONT
Gone, even the singing fountain, here
Ron Smith
The Merchants of Venice
The man speaks some Italian, the woman
Annette Barnes
Swishing Tails of Horses, October
Mine, says the glorious yearling claiming
April Bernard
Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up | Shall we praise the girls who will not come down | It’s about water that didn’t lose its shine
Inside the guts of fresh fish, just hauled up
Aleksey Porvin
Tool & Shade
A brush of two minds still
Marianne Boruch
To the Poets Dropped from the Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry
Au revoir, Walter de la Mare!
Hunt Hawkins
Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself
If the vamp and rub of planets,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
On Friendship, Haiku, Lust, and Blame
Eye of hurricane,
David Lehman
Reading About Keith Jarrett This Morning in the Paper and Ode to the Table of Contents
how he probably won’t play in public again
Jessica Greenbaum
The Night Was Born
This night was born in an old and dust-filled pantry, and yesterday’s – in the
Alexander Ulanov
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