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Soldier’s Wife in the Aftermath
After the great war I stepped inside
Andrea Read
Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
Three Poems
I had not thought of her until many years later driving on White Lightning Road with my son.
Cleopatra Mathis
Three Poems
It’s good to see him young again,
William Trowbridge
A Controlled Substance
My brother is late again, somehow the glass
Brendan Constantine
An Oracle
Why does the line end sooner than the page?
Michael Collier
Salvation, in B#
Bigtime Baltimore, new
Afaa Michael Weaver
Heretical Physics & Mermaid Rescued by EMTs in Colorado
When I was englobed in subatomic quarks and bosons floating
Maureen Seaton
First Words
In the marriage booth at sleep-away camp,
Rebecca Michels
3:14 PM
This blue pen I am holding
Matthew Zapruder
Poet’s Walk, Central Park Mall
Shakespeare, Robert Burns, and Fitz-Greene Halleck
Grace Schulman
A Drone Over Amish Country
We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.
Brian Brodeur
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