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Here at the Scene
How will I tell her particular tale
Robin Behn
Once We Were
once we were immigrants
Martha Collins
Sea Otters, Missiles, Sardines
Sea otters sun themselves on harbor rocks,
Teresa Cader
Two Departures from Rilke
Terrified past panic, strict lines collapsed,
Steven Cramer
The Romantic Poets
If anybody needs a head
Maurice Manning
Old Sweater | Alongside
On November 21, in late afternoon, I open the bottom drawer of my bureau
Rachel Careau
My Name in Sticks
From the shallow sledding hill I gathered up
Adam Tavel
Today’s Comedy
Why Dante in summer?
Maureen N. McLane
The Podium
He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.
D. Nurkse
The Injured Future
Far left cluster the listeners, their heads lifted toward the speaker.
Terese Svoboda
A Brief Portfolio
By then I was leaving,
David Rivard
Cosmology
Someone has spilled the moon
Linda Pastan
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