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Wait a Minute, It’s Simple
As I chewed thoughtful fruit breakfast
Arthur Vogelsang
Maidendown
The farm along the Maidendown,
Hoyt Rogers
Two Poems
I could never say anything about my father
Patricia Clark
Two poems from “The Mistaken Place of Things”
How to say hair
Gabriela Aguirre
The Elms | For the Collection
Workers were cut; had to be done for . . . corporations
Scott Withiam
Amaryllis
Like the bell of an old Victrola,
Megan Marshall
Chaja-Lea Returns
This is where we were
Eric Odynocki
THE STREET
Streaked and fretted with effort, the thick vine
Robert Pinsky
Fragment
The past is a point of departure
Eric Pankey
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
Isle of the Narrator
It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,
Amy Beeder
Solstice, Seven Questions (Private/Public) & A Fable
blood on a slide--thumbprint in a pool--
Anna Maria Hong
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