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Archaic Rayon Kamehameha
Blue eyes like dusty Santa Rosa plums,
Sandra McPherson
I was trying to weigh darkness
I was trying to weigh darkness how much does darkness weigh
Martha Silano
February Elegy with Tulips on a Glass Table
It’s the yellow dust inside the tulips.
Alison Jarvis
Of Silk and Missive & Between Tree and Rocket
Did our adolescent lips heat once or more under one or many star falls between sands on a northern American
Margo Berdeshevsky
At the Kitchen Sink and While the Cows Stood Still
I stand over the sink
Anne Shafmaster
The Window Light, The Dead Boy Isn’t Dad & The Window Light Again
Painting around the windowsill
Michael Broek
Three Poems
came, still in her cremation box, when we threw her
Elena Karina Byrne
MARATHON | SHORELINE
Jesus hears a swarm of bees beneath his porch. His television
Amelia Martens
Hogmanay, Edinburgh
Past the iron fence on Princes Street
Stewart Moss
Hello, July 5th!
The morning is full of embarrassed flowers
Susan Rich
She said she saw, Maya Lin and At night, I tried
She said she saw her own veins
Christina Pugh
Saving The Spider | Diamond Dog, Unleashed in the Airport | Amulet
I. Not
Diane Wakoski
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