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The Injured Future
Far left cluster the listeners, their heads lifted toward the speaker.
Terese Svoboda
Morning Hunger
Why not in the icy clarity of morning,
Stewart Moss
Creek
Now it is easy to find where the creek dwindles, where it thickens at last, where its
Carrie Causey
Rizal Stadium, World War II
He was almost home, poor guy.
Ron Smith
April
I think I will accept my life, the moment
Maxine Scates
Three Poems translated from Spanish by John R. Sesgo
Look at it right there
Karmelo C. Iribarren
Joy
Even when the gods have driven you
Dorianne Laux
Burial Arrangements
If I have to be buried at all,
Billy Collins
knell & i object i object i object
the chit-a’click-chit of a squirrel
Jay Hopler
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
Light and Dark
I like that the word light is powerful and yet so gentle, like a good man.
John Poch
Ghosts
The first time I saw him he was standing
Geoffrey Nutter
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