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Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Promises to keep, was a lie, he had nothing. Through
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Block Party
Start Me Up! was what started it--Monica Litzkus from up
David Huddle
Passing Royalty and Dostadning: Beginner’s Translation
I’m sorry I didn’t comprehend sooner how threatening
Patricia Clark
Dark Enough
I found her long black coat
Dean Young
Nautilus
I fantasize about inhabiting a nautilus, how each chamber
Elinor Ann Walker
Sky Grief
Arizona and the Black Canyon
Jules Jacob
A Five-Years-Late Note to Jake Adam York
In Chicago, where the light plows over the lake into convention
John A. Nieves
Holy Day
A holy day
Keith Althaus
The Beginner
Doesn’t have a clue, sips whiskey in a train
Sigman Byrd
The Fourth Walk
Among the ruined are the ruins. Rules even skies can wreck in shreds,
Cole Swensen
Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
Comet
You once filled my night sky.
Zeina Azzam
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