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The House of Wittgenstein
He never saw the malls of Petaluma, nor met the amazing cricketeer Montezuma. He never heard a laugh track. We’d
Ira Sadoff
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
The Wind Cried Mary
In 1967 when Hendrix coaxed, Are you experienced?
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Who Will Plant the Seeds of Svalbard and Orchard Fruit: Grafting
as far north you go as night you go night
Ginny Threefoot
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
A Love Poem While Dissolving
I’m trying to say I love you, but Buckminster Fuller declared
David Wagoner
Yet Another Life
And then one day I was no longer up
Michael Torres
The World Provides
Someone somewhere must always be
Lawrence Raab
Loud Walk in Fall | Regret
There is something else
Lia Purpura
Solstice, Seven Questions (Private/Public) & A Fable
blood on a slide--thumbprint in a pool--
Anna Maria Hong
A Brief Portfolio
“What is truth?” Pilate asked. Before Jesus could answer Pilate was on his way out the door.
Jeffrey Skinner
Berlin
We see the public statues
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
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