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THE LEAVES HAVE NO PITY
gathering under the porch like abandoned promises,
Diane Wakoski
Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan
The high column and the green laurel
Francesco Petrarca
Untitled |Untitled
Day as in backwards
Ralph Angel
Melancholia & Trouble in Mind
On the periodic table, it is the densest of elements. It does not refract or reflect, but absorbs all
Eric Pankey
Oracle, Mallarmé & Stone
A broken rib could be the sign
Bruce Bond
THE WHITE ROAD
I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew
Daniel Tobin
In the Next Life and The Office of Apology
When I become the most trusted translator of your poems
Jessica Greenbaum
Almost and Caught Out
Cows and sheep segregate themselves
Annette Barnes
Rain Sonnets
When the bear finally arrives, he’s starving. He wants whatever’s in my little blue basket, the Tupperware and the
Jules Gibbs
Mid-March
If, when I sit here in my study
Stewart Moss
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
Nudes I & II
Once she crosses the threshold
Leeya Mehta
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