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Paramouria & You Do What You’re Good At
You know (you think), and then
Ralph Culver
Two Poems
War catches a man with a shopping bag
Ludmila Khersonsky
Velvetleaf
Tick of sweet clover, swinecress parasite, did you have a music
Jane Springer
In the Vanguard
It takes a few notes, a very few notes, to undo the bare bones of a person. Where formerly we were piecework in a
Ira Sadoff
Here & Now
I’m walking the beach where I ran as a child.
Christopher Buckley
Mass on the Beach
I’m trying not to wonder if the priest
Lexi Pelle
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
After the Paris Bombings
I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been
Steve Bradbury
What We Do with What We Are
I did not get better.
Elizabeth Metzger
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
A Brief Portfolio
“Digital streaming, brother, rates of flow in time
Peter Campion
A Singleton & Self Portrait: Between the Car and the Sea
They climb to their lookout, each day, different,
Elaine Sexton
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