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The Way Forward | Fountainebleau
Swordplay is all
Andrea Cohen
Washing Women, Cathedral and Sky
And when deep into the afternoon,
Kwame Dawes
Dream Sender
Tonight you’re soaring fearlessly over Prague
David Huddle
Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea
O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything
Helen Bournas-Ney
Amusements
These are the long days that fill with night
Ernest Hilbert
SOMETHING LIKE A WING
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
Robert Clinton
Excerpts from Little Goldie in America
One more day, one more hour, play the good pig.
Nance Van Winckel
The Mind Sliding
around inside the scene:
Wayne Miller
I’m Going to Bed When You Go to Bed
Let someone else learn the borders of every country’s will,
Laurie Lamon
The Transit Hall on Pier 86
They say there’s a place in the brain for faces
Hilde Weisert
St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
N18P6
the shape doesn’t
Hank Lazer
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