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Remnant Tongue
I woke wounded
Marilyn A. Johnson
Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Promises to keep, was a lie, he had nothing. Through
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Inauguration Day
Yes, like thousands of joyful poets today
Maura Stanton
Who Pays
Lord I have eaten and I don’t
Shane McCrae
Heard in Caravaggio
The real is offered, unashamed:
Hoyt Rogers
A Brief Portfolio
When the light goes out, and the book is set down
Campbell McGrath
Duet
Their quest--what does the human body mean?--
David Huddle
What God Says | Creek
What you don’t know is that when you lay
Kwame Dawes
Bleeding Hearts
They do not fit their given name. They glow
Stephanie Burt
Natural History of the Soul
The song thrush hops, runs, stands,
Elizabeth Arnold
The Freud Museum
It’s 1938. Here’s moss on red brick
Ruth Padel
Boots and Bayonet
My platoon a loose group cross-legged
Karen Skolfield
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