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Little Black Dress and Julia
Puddled at my feet or ruched
Julia Thacker
Throne Verse
Two years of cinders built up in the hearth,
Patrick Donnelly
Thomas Hardy in the Dorset County Museum
Turned sideways in a desk chair,
Floyd Skloot
Night Rising
Silence falls in tiny waves, women shutting
Afaa Michael Weaver
from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
Tool & Die
In the final unburdening, massive crates are moved
T.R. Hummer
Two Poems translated from Romanian by Monica Cure
In the first three days I heard my mother
Dan Sociu
Things I’ve Discovered in Hong Kong
Semantics: clue that Trappist Dairy Milk Drink is not milk—had I read the label—
Glenn Mott
Three Poems
Somewhere in Brooklyn, a nurse walks out of the hospital where I was born,
Gerry LaFemina
When My Son Is Dead 16 Years
After you died, my Beautiful boy,
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Childhood
A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,
Alan Shapiro
Zen Dictionary
In the Zen Dictionary, intention
Dick Allen
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