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WOMAN CAVE | MODERN ORIGAMI
Even at my most primitive
Jules Gibbs
Storm Song, Monarch, Sultry Night and Galveston, 1900
Last night heat
Joseph Campana
Near the Sea
All manner of birds love this windbreak hedge
Billy Collins
A Brief Portfolio
have heard through some trembling of their web
Patrick Donnelly
The Beautiful Hand
Not a word.
Laura Kasischke
Unrest or What the French Horn Can Teach You
To master the French Horn, you need lips of steel
Karen Paul Holmes
End of the Century
We’ve slept too long, and that hasn’t stopped the incidental warping—
Paul Nemser
Mid-March
If, when I sit here in my study
Stewart Moss
Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.
And there it is, that little tilt of my head –
Bill Hollands
On Chanukah
Isn’t fire itself
Linda Pastan
Forced March
I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film
Susan Aizenberg
All the Shrimp I Can Eat
They are swimming away from me at the speed of light
Timothy Donnelly
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