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You Have to Lead the Sheep
A dream struck a dream
Sylva Fischerová
Florida
The prettiest state,
Cathleen Calbert
Let Me Hear You
I am the disappearing point of an inverted pyramid
Alan Shapiro
Pensé Que Estabas Muerto
but your deaths existed the nights you didn’t come home.
Jules Jacob
Snow, an essay and The Day After the Day Without a Yesterday
Or, the winter I kept being turned into a pillar of salt.
Nicole Callihan
EASTHAM TURNIPS, ROUTE 6, NOVEMBER
Honor System, the sign tacked to a scrub oak said,
Gail Mazur
Like Warm Ice Cubes
A father is like warm
Bruce Beasley
Les Rochers de Belle-Ile [after the painting by Claude Monet]
No beach here—just the sea
Patricia Clark
As So Often Happens | Twenty-two Years Later
As so often happens, in the middle
Jessica Greenbaum
From the River of News
The President and his opponent both speaking in Ohio—
Robert Pinsky
Tsunami Letter—March 2011
Shunning the safety of high ground
Lawrence Matsuda
The Epileptic
Conversations with him are like waiting for thunder.
Jehanne Dubrow
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