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WHEN EVENING COMES
Everyone here has so many faces,
Troy Jollimore
Titanic
Some of the shoes
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Eclipse
November’s moon is in eclipse—
Jody Bolz
Mnemonic
Leaves in the eaves
Meghan O'Rourke
Into the Flame
And you lay for decades counting sheep
Jay Parini
My Courbet, by Jonathan Galassi
My Courbet
Jonathan Galassi
Moveable
Swords drawn, Hem and his bronze friend
Ron Smith
Enchanted Egg #2
When you look inside through the tiny porthole the lake looks back without blinking.
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
THE BEAR IN THE WHEELCHAIR
The bedside window is cracked a little, for fresh air presumably, and a lopsided venetian blind bangs softly in a
Michael Van Walleghen
CYCLORAMA
Only with such care could history take form.
Christopher Kempf
Pick Me Up
the words love you, friend
Eleni Sikelianos
My Heart in Evening
In the evening one hears the sharp shrieks of bats.
Georg Trakl
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