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Pet of the Week
Oh, Salsa, I too
Cathleen Calbert
Given Plums
Early July my sister and I filled two sacks of plums from our orchard. We shook each tree until the ripest orbs fell
Dzvinia Orlowsky
The Blue Light
Where were you as the light descended & do you
David St. John
No Touch and Elder in a Garden
I'm fed up with farewells.
Marjan Strojan
Hurricane: Hera | Squall: Echo
You never hear of Ixion, tied to a revolving wheel,
Ange Mlinko
She Leans
A house: scoured and scarred by wind, its unpainted
Lisa Russ Spaar
The Old Thoughts
Immersed, called forth—
Daniel Bourne
Kennedy
Based on the private messages I receive
Stephanie Burt
Fairy Tale
Would that squat toad, before my eyes,
William Wenthe
Seventh Circle
And after the fight the moment of awakening
Tom Sleigh
Hostile Takeover
Cheeks puffed, she’s looking up at a horizontal
Alan Shapiro
Dear Creature
Because of what I did
Jessica Cuello
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