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It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee
and nobody better than I to tell you about
Suzanne Lummis
Two poems by Muyaka bin Haji, (1776—1840)
When she lays eggs, they’re not nurtured even if brooding them succeeds.
Muyaka bin Haji
EVERY MAP IS AN ISLAND
I turned away from the paper
Wayne Miller
Musée des Beaux Arts
Look at the science, already.
Virginia Konchan
Weather Report
These white stripes of day achieve
Grace Cavalieri
Checkerboard Mesa
Dear mesa, dome of rock, do you remember your deep past?
Robin Rosen Chang
Elegy for a Young Garden
Shattered bricks, flayed sockets
Claire Malroux
Lives of the Postmodern Poets
You were born too late.
Mark DeCarteret
Puritan Watc, Yonder and Birthday
Longitude was the great mystery
Lisa Russ Spaar
Vernissage
Survivors of a volcanic explosion, cross-
Rosanna Warren
The Triumphs of 1974 & A Self-Guided Tour of Machu Picchu, OR Please, Sir/Madam, Step Away from the Edge of the Abyss
Moneyless, we moved to Cali,
John Wall Barger
The Headless Horseman | A Tune for Theremin Vox
The messenger was so dead they sent him
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
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