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Four Poems
One was dicing an onion,
Ron Slate
Study: Old Watercolor and Joe
I bought an old watercolor in a primitives shop and brought it home to my in-laws’ on summer vacation.
Sandra McPherson
On Breathing and Not Breathing—The Sequence
Once, a man stopped breathing
Suzanne Lummis
Golgotha & Receiving the Host
Then they came and cleansed you my love
Frannie Lindsay
Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
Dolls
The dolls wait for the children
Margo Taft Stever
THE BRIDGE
The most beautiful Russian girl in the world lives in Germany
Nicolae Coande
The Madonna Poems
She bends to lift him from the basket.
Frances Richey
War Poems
Mangled tanks at rest on the roadway's shoulder.
Philip Fried
Rue Delambre
As soon as the plane takes off the city
Pui Ying Wong
ALERT
My phone sends me an alert:
Troy Jollimore
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
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