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Fresco
We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.
Idris Anderson
A Brief Portfolio
I said goodbye to a friend who left a hole filled
Bruce Bond
Dew Point
Because of the nipple crust riming a girl’s
Carol Moldaw
Snow Day, by Jerome Sala
The camera in the other room points and clicks
Jerome Sala
The List
Branches shiver as if a wand
John Skoyles
Invocation
I would like beamed to me from the Muse's tower high atop Parnassus
Richard Hoffman
Petrarch’s Poem 269, from Rerum vulgarium fragmenta, translated from Italian by Lee Harlin Bahan
The high column and the green laurel
Francesco Petrarca
Canary Island Date Palm, Love & Ink and Persephone
Couldn’t say the dream I had last night.
Jesse Nathan
Remembering Lethe
Yesterday, a friend reached out:
Brian Culhane
At Arlington and Boys
After the gunfire, the tact of “Taps.”
Daniel Bosch
The World Provides
Someone somewhere must always be
Lawrence Raab
Obit
At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up
Brian Swann
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