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The Real River
Gauze gaze, the present’s freeze never sticks.
Jennifer L. Knox
Three Poems
There, roots are
Gregory Orr
Zone
This ancient world finally leaves you weary
Guillaume Apollinaire
Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears
A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
Margo Berdeshevsky
A Series of Small Scandals and Dear Telephone Booth,
Imogen photographed her new husband:
Susan Rich
Fresco
We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.
Idris Anderson
Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself
If the vamp and rub of planets,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
Rare Moment
A clear choice
Lia Purpura
On the Beach at Divi Bay, St. Martin
Was melancholy yesterday, watching slate-grey clouds
Garrett Hongo
After Reading Charles Wright I Turn Out the Light and Listen to the Rain
Protestant American darkness
Maurice Manning
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
The Child and I
I wanted to go fishing one day,
Martinus Nijhoff
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