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Handel in London, 1741
Wedged in a chair near the open window,
Floyd Skloot
The Sudden Walk
When evening comes to find you still
Devin Johnston
A Brief Portfolio: Five Poems
I found this suitcase slumped in a dark attic corner
Sydney Lea
Amalgam
Mostly, what I didn’t know didn’t hurt me
Rebecca Foust
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
BORN ON
The twelfth of July, like Neruda, wouldn’t
Stuart Friebert
The Last of Fanfare
By fire, then, but within view of a rough sea?
Carl Phillips
Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea
O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything
Helen Bournas-Ney
Riddle
The chair is not far from the bed
Norman Dubie
ELK | RUE MOUFFETARD |
The man who said he could smell the girls ovulating
Leslie Adrienne Miller
ON HANDSHAKES
There are firm ones. Soft, almost boneless ones. Hardy/hearty ones. Two-handed ones, cocooning. Congratulatory
DeWitt Henry
Three Poems
His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...
Rachel Careau
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