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At the Frick Collection in New York City
Such a small work by Giambattista Tiepolo, Perseus and Andromeda
Stephen Gibson
Hagstrom
I examine my scarred torso
Neil Silberblatt
Of Course
If I wake at 3, ephemerality
Sydney Lea
The Dirty Orgasm, The Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems & Aren’t You Ashamed
I know what you think. I’m the orgasm poet. I have nothing else to write about. I should stop.
Nin Andrews
Zacharia, Malachi
When the shepherd is stricken
Paul Hoover
Small Hut
I know you only in echo,
Tess Gallagher
WINDOWS (after Baudelaire)
You never see as much in an open window as you will looking at it when it’s closed.
J.T. Barbarese
take heed, hazard
what could it have been
nicole v basta
My Obituary
Will it merit a full column in The Post or The Times
Linda Pastan
Why the Sphinx Likes Riddles and Episodic
What she did,
Rae Armantrout
Today’s Comedy
Why Dante in summer?
Maureen N. McLane
A Poem and Two Fables
The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay,
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
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