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For Michael Gottlieb
All this time me on he leadéd
Charles Bernstein
Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
The Cocoon, I Started Slowly & Morning’s Only Yellow
Visiting my cousin’s church I found
Betsy Sholl
Poem With A Ghost Town
I am the town that everyone left
Cynthia Atkins
Wild Yeast & Kiss and Tell
What color is Shakespeare?
Cherene Sherrard
Ode to Scars
The scars on others’ faces draw me to them.
Thomas Lux
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
I’ll Be Fine
Give or take, without my books
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
Up Early, I Turn off the Television News
High tide of sun curling & breaking onto the hardwood
Gerry LaFemina
return of the repressed in the age of avantgarde robots
creating and smashing ideas of high and low was a good
Andrei Codrescu
Litterature
I am pleased
Robert Nazarene
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