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Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Hyphen
Blue-black on my inked page,
Joan Larkin
Paradise
Our little vacation town in Spain is packed. The driving, slow. Things have changed
Denise Duhamel
Anthem and Under the Sun
Through the backyard of a shuttered home
Daniel Tobin
Because What Else Could I Do
I alone in a restaurant
Martha Collins
On Friendship, Haiku, Lust, and Blame
Eye of hurricane,
David Lehman
Micah
For a moment I was on trial
Gerald Stern
Study: Old Watercolor and Joe
I bought an old watercolor in a primitives shop and brought it home to my in-laws’ on summer vacation.
Sandra McPherson
Once We Were
once we were immigrants
Martha Collins
Amusements
These are the long days that fill with night
Ernest Hilbert
THE BEAR IN THE WHEELCHAIR
The bedside window is cracked a little, for fresh air presumably, and a lopsided venetian blind bangs softly in a
Michael Van Walleghen
Gertrude Suite, [Mechthild Says God is a Bell] & Lazarus
Semantic, in the way that interruption is semantic.
G.C. Waldrep
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