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Charade
I was thinking of the sad
Adam Scheffler
False Elegy
I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free to reminisce her final months.
Celia Bland
Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
N33P14 and N33P29
Cloud cover
Hank Lazer
Shot | Total Eclipse
Don’t be distracted by
Joseph Campana
A Brief Portfolio
As if overnight, the flowering pear tree
Alice Friman
The Irretrievable
Second shelf on the right. You’ll
Donald Revell
Tsunami Letter—March 2011
Shunning the safety of high ground
Lawrence Matsuda
It Happened at Wind Sings, Trees Whisper Farm
The wind, broken and wild,
Judy Jordan
Ode to the Paper Clip
O knot in two dimensions,
James Richardson
YAWP
I long to move closer
Robert Nazarene
July 4th
Tarred roads starting to buckle,
William Logan
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