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God-Box
They give us a white cube, a paper box,
Mark Doty
A Brief Portfolio
I meant to be talking of the huge cargo ship
Joseph Millar
EVERY MAP IS AN ISLAND
I turned away from the paper
Wayne Miller
ARS POETICA
It's not the smoking I miss
Timothy Liu
Three Poems
Fish-shaped, dark brown,
Gary Soto
Two Poems
Late afternoon, crows still at gossip
Sydney Lea
Grave
Over the grave the bird will
Kuno Raeber
I Became Friends | When I Was Fifteen | I Can Recall
I became friends with a girl who was in the institution with me, also fifteen, also getting shock treatment, a girl who
Paola Antonetta Susanne
Broadcast
Five blank days of snow,
Stuart Dybek
The Willows in Winter in the Boston Public Garden
In the sun’s white
Catherine Breese Davis
Fox and Piñata
I saw my first movie
Andrea Cohen
The Dragonfly
Diamond-crusted wings flying an armored syringe
Keith Flynn
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