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As It Happens
As it happens, there was nothing left, so much to do, a plethora
Phillis Levin
FREE VERSE
Small woods upon an incline
Donald Revell
The Piece
Some years ago I painted the room gray.
Miguel Avero
What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
The Magician and HER
This is how you peel back layers of bees
Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
Aspect
The spirit’s simulacra have obtained
Scott Cairns
Rare Moment
A clear choice
Lia Purpura
white paper #46
Obama Waffles Mix
Martha Collins
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
The Garden
It just came at you. You were in it almost
Brian Swann
Human Technology
Sunlit & dangerous, this country road.
Nomi Stone
You Don’t Drink Wine? and I Tremble: Two poems by Rumi
What? You don’t drink wine? Infidel, begone!
Jalal al-Din Rumi
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