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cedar top goddesses from phil’s sawmill | ozark sonnet
The cedar goddesses lie down on saw-horses
Andrei Codrescu
Godscan
The sun is the size of a human foot.
T.R. Hummer
The Last of Fanfare
By fire, then, but within view of a rough sea?
Carl Phillips
Sack
Ancient river bed hacked and carved whittled deep
John Kinsella
The Rosy Tones
the rosy tones
Karen Volkman
Ode to Cabeza de Vaca
What good is it to see for miles and miles,
Bruce Weigl
Last Poem
Reader, today
Simon Armintage
Higher Education and In Every Scene
It’s hard to solve the problems of the world
Robert Nazarene
Heard in Claesz
Decanting like the lees
Hoyt Rogers
The Lesson
It seems to me you don’t dare express yourself
Stuart Dybek
Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
Wild Yeast & Kiss and Tell
What color is Shakespeare?
Cherene Sherrard
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