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From Inches Away
From inches away his finger can’t miss
Simon Perchik
A Brief Portfolio: Five Poems
I found this suitcase slumped in a dark attic corner
Sydney Lea
Hello, July 5th!
The morning is full of embarrassed flowers
Susan Rich
The Madness of Crowds
Long thought wrongly to be Turkish for turban
Amy Beeder
Vesper
The sky is blue for reasons other than atmospheric ones.
Chard deNiord
FISHERMEN’S VILLAGE | VIA POLITICA
Squinty, salt-dusted windows gaze into the distance.
Luljeta Lleshanaku
Lamentations
America more guns more than us
Martha Collins
Call & Response
In this last
David Rivard
κάθαρσης
Dr. Clark ordered daisies
Ron Smith
Fogetting Names
Inevitable, and not
Mary Jo Salter
Oracle, Mallarmé & Stone
A broken rib could be the sign
Bruce Bond
Seven Minutes with Mary Halvorson: Poetry and Jazz, Hand in Hand
Artlessly falling through overstretched arms delivers the night underground, a hole
Mary Halvorson
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