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Anti-Gravity Time Machine
From the front stoop it’s the 21st century;
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
from “From Nothing”
One note, another, in the parlor’s angled light,
Daniel Tobin
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
Ashes of Roses and Blue Chair
The early 19th Century rolls over
Christopher Howell
Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
The Other Hemisphere & Like California
It shut us up, the new, dumbed us
Judy Katz
Once We Were
once we were immigrants
Martha Collins
Bystander Effect, Permanence and Weapon
Your weapon is an eraser.
Tara Skurtu
Five Per Page and Title covered in flies
Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.
Alexandria Peary
Classmate
I was at the beach talking with someone else
Betsy Sholl
Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out
Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,
John Kinsella
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