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THE FLOWER AT THE END OF THE WORLD
It was a 1954 Ford pickup truck that stopped
T.R. Hummer
Scales
I’m off in sixteen different directions
Carol Moldaw
Wozzeck | Casualty
Even the toneless whisper finds its cradle, its home,
Bruce Bond
Mowing
I never remember to ask what it is
Maxine Scates
Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
Therapon, III, 5
…you whose waters never breathe whose
Bruce Bond and Dan Beachy-Quick
My Raincoat Opens Doors for Me
It holds a door open above my head.
Andrea Cohen
Between Poems | It Was | Było
Here in this moment before the perfect poem
Tadeusz Dziewanowski
Hurricane: Hera | Squall: Echo
You never hear of Ixion, tied to a revolving wheel,
Ange Mlinko
Earth, Temple, Gods
A woman's feet, in lace-up sandals made of stone.
Amy Gerstler
On Chanukah
Isn’t fire itself
Linda Pastan
Olney Hymn
not my li-
Donald Revell
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