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Lyre
Because it hangs from the center of the sky,
Phillis Levin
The Park from Above
What scared them? Scores of wild green parrots
Chase Twichell
Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
My Shame & Sanctuary
At first that howl suggests an overbearing parent
Julie Bruck
Duet
Their quest--what does the human body mean?--
David Huddle
The Albino Squirrel
Bury it, I said. In the field. No,
Clare Rossini
Transport | Gdańsk
Today, a simple bowl of onion soup
Roal Vertov
ON THE RMS QUEEN MARY | LATENT IMAGE
I'm exploring the decks, the ship docked in Long Beach since '67. Same liner Mom sailed in '39 from England to
Wendy Barker
SUNDAYS | ALONE
Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
Georges Rodenbach
SEND A SEARCH PARTY | FIRST SNOWFALL | A FINAL WALK WITH MY NEPHEW
My joints are full of dewy lights
Max Ritvo
An Intimate Moment of Protestant Despair Witnessed on the Four O’ Clock Train
He put down his Wall Street Journal,
Tony Hoagland
ALERT
My phone sends me an alert:
Troy Jollimore
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