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Sunday in Gdansk
In the Gdansk inner harbor
Jo-Ann Mort
Poetry
In my new room upstairs,
Kim Dower
Two Poems translated from Chinese by Liang Yujing
Darling, the bed you left at
Dai Weina
from Nothing in the Dark
My mother would assuage my childhood night-fears by saying There's nothing in the dark that you can't see during
Fred Muratori
Diptych
I’m hammering nails into the stretchers,
Alice Rose George
This Moment
You know when darkness seems to pour
Ron Smith
THE STREET
Streaked and fretted with effort, the thick vine
Robert Pinsky
Afterimage
Do you remember those Cornell shadow boxes we saw at some
Frances Richey
Before the rebirth | The harvest field | Song of love present
No flowers here
Andrée Chedid
Two Poems
burdens are from
Hank Lazer
from “From Nothing”
One note, another, in the parlor’s angled light,
Daniel Tobin
Someone Is Walking the Pig
Someone is walking the pig in our downstairs hallway, where the shops are.
Fleda Brown
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