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Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
Riddle
The chair is not far from the bed
Norman Dubie
Five Per Page and Title covered in flies
Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.
Alexandria Peary
God’s Man
When I was twelve I found it
Linda Pastan
Silent Night & Pleasure
If you dare to let yourself out
Frannie Lindsay
Always a Woman, a War, or a Lost Cause
That hunched those men over Zorro’s
Nancy Mitchell
Copper Beech
Because it had been, quite literally,
Elaine Sexton
Serial
I figure four times, you make it five
Andrew Wachtel
Venice is Sinking | Window Shopping
Venice is sinking, Signora. Look –
Helen Bournas-Ney
Mnemonic
Leaves in the eaves
Meghan O'Rourke
Why the Sphinx Likes Riddles and Episodic
What she did,
Rae Armantrout
Heard in Claesz
Decanting like the lees
Hoyt Rogers
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