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The Blue Light
Where were you as the light descended & do you
David St. John
Little Night Owl
For hours I’d lug her on my shoulder,
David Bottoms
BIRD
I lived between the hemisphere of songbirds and the hemisphere
Bruce Smith
From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford
On the tiers of experience.
Juan Gelman
Lobsters | Turkey Vultures
In the depths of the sea they will eat the sea and outgrow the world’s largest pot.
Brian Barker
The Dangers of Contemplation
Follow the seagull aloft
Ron Slate
Bailed Out
And once we climbed over the wire fence
Katia Kapovich
The Studio
The palette down left in the foreground,
Arthur Brown
Zacharia, Malachi
When the shepherd is stricken
Paul Hoover
Where Birds Sleep
It goes down and the birds go to sleep.
Carol Potter
Boothill Graveyard and Boyden Cemetery
mrs suicide : mrs arsenic : mrs dance hall girls quarreling over a man : mrs descriptive murder in the streets of tombstone
Hannah V Warren
It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee
and nobody better than I to tell you about
Suzanne Lummis
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