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IS LIGHT ENOUGH ?
Who’s there? I can’t seem to make out anything or anyone. Is
Lloyd Schwartz
Proof of Poetry
I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter
Tom Sleigh
New Year’s Day Truce, 1999
He looked old and tired
Frances Richey
ORCA and PISMIRE
White Gladis, Gladis Clara, Gladis Filabres, Gladyi Tarij,
Carol Frost
Intelligent Design & Miramar Point
7, 8, 9 years old,
Christopher Buckley
Fatherless Daughters
In Springtime, abandoned daughters burst like myopic butterflies with binoculars
Meg Pokrass
Two Poems
For the second time, yet not the last, in this
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
The Madness of Crowds
Long thought wrongly to be Turkish for turban
Amy Beeder
In a Pile of Pictures
The man—young enough to be my son—
Sandy Solomon
AFTER THUNDERSTORMS IN OKLAHOMA
The sky becomes sickly,
Hala Alyan
If He Had Missed It Would Have Killed Him
my uncle said of the dog pa shot
Brionne Janae
The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
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