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Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
Sack
Ancient river bed hacked and carved whittled deep
John Kinsella
Lush & Fair-Flung
You’re thinking of drunks,
Hailey Leithauser
At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
Two Poems
might it not behoove us to retire, to pull away
Bruce Beasley
Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
IN PROFILE
Words hung into silence
Sylva Fischerová
Feral
Ex. A house. A trampoline. A raised garden bed. A Ford Bronco. A Cabbage Patch doll
Ashley Dailey
Unified Theory
The night is blue and staggered with stars.
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
City Harbor
How often we come to a headland and a city opens,
Carol Frost
CROYLAND ABBEY
irrigation or exit
G.C. Waldrep
A Brief History
When I close my eyes I can still hear
Christopher Buckley

Cassandra