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Olney Hymn
not my li-
Donald Revell
Who Pays
Lord I have eaten and I don’t
Shane McCrae
BUSH | SERIAL
Warms thieves.
Diane Vreuls
Tolstoi Learned to Ride a Bike at an Age When Most of Us Cash in Chips by Annette Barnes & Stuart Friebert
There we were, watching the parade, while he climbed up
Annette Barnes
Grandpa David Told Me Once of Carpathia, a Place He had Never Been
His hospital topped
Xander Gershberg
Romanian Lessons & The Country of Leaving
Godmother country,
Monica Cure
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, fading into maple shade.
David Bottoms
Essay with a Grain of Salt
Salt on black silk
James Richardson
The Daughter and 6AM
I wish I had another chance
Linda Pastan
Glare
It just goes so fast,
Rae Armantrout
Flour, Eggs, Milk, Baking Powder, Salt and God
O Best Beloved, tell me, if you know, why—
Suzanne Lummis
Poem Beginning with a Line from Levis
As if we’re put on the earth to forget the ending,
Gabriella R. Tallmadge
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