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LIGHT OF THE MOON, PATRIMONY, AN UNWANTED LIGHT
We listened as a pair of owls rousted
Robert Wrigley
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Three Poems Translated by Brian Henry
I’m not my own bacterium,
Tomaž Šalamun
A Singleton & Self Portrait: Between the Car and the Sea
They climb to their lookout, each day, different,
Elaine Sexton
Chocolate on my new pajamas
Spun from a hundred cocoons
Nancy Mitchell
Mindfulness Training in La Jolla
That summer of Pokémon-go,
Carol Moldaw
More Reason
Though you may be a scribe in ancient Egypt
Carl Dennis
Riddle
The chair is not far from the bed
Norman Dubie
Aeolus
The camouflaging wind gets
Terese Svoboda
After the Paris Bombings
I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been
Steve Bradbury
The Way Forward | Fountainebleau
Swordplay is all
Andrea Cohen
Home-Boys: Baby & Me (a Sapphic)
Ex-gang members. Driveby days over. Zero
Carol Muske-Dukes
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