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“Dispatches from Terra Incognita”
Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.
Peter Johnson
Words
Words are loyal.
Jane Hirshfield
It Happened All the Time
Daylight shatters through the thatches where a bird might fall,
Teresa Cader
Security: A Q & A
What was your favorite part-time job? What do you
Lynnell Edwards
Across the Wide Missouri
It’s toward the end of the season
Brian Swann
Reading Heidegger Brings a Wild Joy
My discovery of your essential thingness
Rebecca Foust
Two Poems
Begins standing In service
Danielle Legros Georges
Writing Under the Influence of Me
It means I drop things, and I keep turning
Tony Hoagland
THINNING THE SPRUCES
I’ve become ruthless with the spruces
Jeffrey Harrison
In which I am confronted by a superhero
I’m hitting fast forward to skip the gruesome bits of an Icelandic mystery
Olya Kenney
Willing
Hidden from all mothers’ eyes by blinded windows
David Thacker
Even the Gun Does Not Want to be a Gun
It denies the polish
Juan Felipe Herrera
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