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Birds in the Night
The French government, or was it the English government,
Luis Cernuda
Alone at 77 & I Arrive at the Scene
Unhungry, he cracks a single egg.
Sydney Lea
from Sleeping with Bashō
Growing out of clouds like a cedar tree—
David Trinidad
Two Poems
Sometimes the mist our mothers walk through
Sara London
All the Shrimp I Can Eat
They are swimming away from me at the speed of light
Timothy Donnelly
SEND A SEARCH PARTY | FIRST SNOWFALL | A FINAL WALK WITH MY NEPHEW
My joints are full of dewy lights
Max Ritvo
Before | Ode to Late Autumn, Auvillar
The American poet died of head trauma
Marilyn Kallet
Yahrzeit
This was the woman who remembered her childhood.
Mark Jarman
Practicing Eights
After I almost died, it was hard
Martha Collins
Butchery
They do it right here in the front yard in Wellsville,
Samuel Cheney
Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue
The level of rose-scented lotion daily
Rachel Hadas
The Peripheral Position of the Sun
A young woman roars, laughs, splashes the face of a young man, nears the shore where the blinking lights of fireflies
Marilyn Hacker
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