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Car Trouble
I watch the engine start to burn
Charlie Clark
Barn Red
Home alone, I swirl on scarlet lipstick and forget that I did,
Julia Shipley
Burial Arrangements
If I have to be buried at all,
Billy Collins
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
No Touch and Elder in a Garden
I'm fed up with farewells.
Marjan Strojan
Blown Away
There’s something stuck in my throat, it might be the red-eyed
Maya Janson
Bad Harvest
Does my name take your tongue’s
Dzvinia Orlowsky
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
Barrage Balloons, Buck Alec, Bird Flu and You
First there is the weeping one weeps when one reads a good poem,
Paul Muldoon
VANISHING POINT
I learned it in art class, second grade,
William Trowbridge
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
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