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On Friendship, Haiku, Lust, and Blame
Eye of hurricane,
David Lehman
Trompe L’oeil –Not a Painting
From 30,000 feet
Bonnie Riedinger
Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
Memento Mori: Northern White Rhinos
They are grey, big as boulders,
Jennifer Franklin
ARS Poetica Chemistrica & Hitting the Bullseye of Depression
alchemy: a medieval chemical science and speculative philosophy aiming to achieve the transmutation of the base metals into gold
Jim Daniels
Musée des Beaux Arts
Look at the science, already.
Virginia Konchan
After Reading Charles Wright I Turn Out the Light and Listen to the Rain
Protestant American darkness
Maurice Manning
Me Showering
I am showering, which isn’t much in itself
Alberto Rios
Babel’s Artifacts
The construction proved without
Scott Cairns
The Peripheral Position of the Sun
A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies
Marilyn Hacker
On Psalm 91 and Maestro Says
And daily, I read:
Boris Khersonsky
Two poems by Krystyna Lenkowska translated from Polish by Cecilia Woloch
When I was young
Krystyna Lenkowska
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