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Oxalis in the Ingleside & Zucchini in August
You can find the world’s second largest sundial
Diane K. Martin
The Good World
but when I painted the deer
Frannie Lindsay
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
SOMETHING LIKE A WING
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
Robert Clinton
Fairy Tale
Would that squat toad, before my eyes,
William Wenthe
First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
The Dolls’ House Mysteries
A woman lies so tidily
Helen Ivory
Yellowphant and Don’t Forget
The circus so yellow and red stands on two feet,
Terese Svoboda
A Brief Portfolio: Five Poems
I found this suitcase slumped in a dark attic corner
Sydney Lea
Cold Front Coming
A crescent moon
Mary Spalding
Ghazal, After Ferguson
Somebody go & ask Biggie to orate
Yusef Komunyakaa
Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.
And there it is, that little tilt of my head –
Bill Hollands
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