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Ancestral Home
Frangipani, its petals warm milk around
Megha Rao
Hagstrom
I examine my scarred torso
Neil Silberblatt
Father Enters the Water | Please Mr. Wasp | Ageing
In life, he would walk into the water slowly until it reached his waist and stand there for a while, his arms out to the
Lydia Davis
Snow Day, by Jerome Sala
The camera in the other room points and clicks
Jerome Sala
Letters from Earth & Sky
The petals
Marilyn Kallet
De Profundis | Sea Song for Couples in Love
Sometimes you are going past on a motorbike and you look up in time to see a woman who loved you hand in hand
Christopher Crawford
UBI AMOR IBI OCULUS EST
Flumes of the late night
Donald Revell
Two Poems translated by Connie Voisine
Words here carry the scent of snow,
Patron Henekou
Winter Morning and Ceci n’est pas un pot
I can easily imagine someone always doubting before he opened his front door whether
M.L. Williams
Nursing Home
She had dreams fifty years ago
Vijay Seshadri
On Sadness | On Beauty
I noticed something strange and beautiful about the word “sad.”
Kathleen Ossip
The Summer House
I let the envelope fall to the floor unopened,
Lawrence Raab
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