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After the Fire Items # 6-10, Living Room
Mom said ‘Take them for the gold & don’t pay off my credit card debt,
Jane Springer
The Conversations I Remember Most | As A Hammer Speaks to a Nail
The way a sweet cake wants
Jane Hirshfield
Nature
Looking through trees strangely into nature.
Ralph Angel
Four From Delos
Saw the ring of her
Jeffrey Skinner
Death of God
Bituminous was so soft, so much like dust
Gerald Stern
Stone Arabia
The horses bisect the field
Mark Wunderlich
False Elegy
I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free to reminisce her final months.
Celia Bland
Stairway
In those days, so many stairways were said to lead to happiness, mainly of a sexual kind—and as I climbed those
Tom Sleigh
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
Three Poems Translated by Brian Henry
I’m not my own bacterium,
Tomaž Šalamun
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Isle of the Narrator
It's true these boots were taken from a dead man,
Amy Beeder
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