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Toshno
Marina is trying to describe Raskolnikov’s interior state
Barbara Hamby
Canine Elegy
All over town, dogs are lying down
Patricia Clark
Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
Chekhov’s Gun
Atonement means nothing to a cook
Fiona Sze-Lorrain
Western Spinebill Sighting and the Absence of Tim
Tim is at a Goethe Society lesson
John Kinsella
The Water Returns
The water returns. The pools teem with newborn fish.
Vadim Mesyats
My Surly Heart
You don’t know what lives
David Huddle
I Can’t Tell If the Light Is Whispering “Loss” in My Ear or Imprinting Darkness on My Body
At the last house,
Chris Vasantkumar
Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan
The high column and the green laurel
Francesco Petrarca
On Lust
I've outlived lust, or think I have.
DeWitt Henry
Communion
Yes, I will take home the meeting bread,
Kristina Andersson Bicher
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
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