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Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Promises to keep, was a lie, he had nothing. Through
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Three Poems
Lavishly robed and turbaned, the palmist
Robert Wrigley
And Now, As Promised
How lousy are your prospects when you
William Trowbridge
Against Surrealism | Anima
The human heart weighs ten ounces, but I don’t know if it can float. I don’t suppose it makes sense to say I feel like
Christopher Kennedy
spattered measure
what beauty O sad world through answers
Shira Dentz
November
Hours ago I was walking with my dog down
Maxine Scates
Nocturne
Last night a barred owl swept across the road,
John Hoppenthaler
What is Grand
Don’t mumble
James Bertolino
MR. DARCY TALKS
Mr. Darcy talks to the same woman
Victoria Chang
Poet’s Walk, Central Park Mall
Shakespeare, Robert Burns, and Fitz-Greene Halleck
Grace Schulman
Rabbit
Regard the luckless cotton-tail,
DeWitt Henry
Annunciation
I learned to hide the wings, almost immediately,
C Dale Young
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