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The Widow at Point Reyes and Broncoscopy
She sat for an hour watching 10,000 tiny silver fish
Chard deNiord
Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.
And there it is, that little tilt of my head –
Bill Hollands
THE WHITE ROAD
I am walking along the dazzling ruin of a road I knew
Daniel Tobin
Yellowphant and Don’t Forget
The circus so yellow and red stands on two feet,
Terese Svoboda
A Date With an Undertaker
He liked to bathe, dress,
Elaine Equi
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
In God’s Intestine and Goner
The husband, who has accepted Buddhist precepts,
Diane K. Martin
The Other Hemisphere & Like California
It shut us up, the new, dumbed us
Judy Katz
ALL THE BOYS
my face is old now
Denise Duhamel
Closed Eye Vision of Independence Day
Dazzled drunks are bent over with laughter,
William Olsen
Words
Words are loyal.
Jane Hirshfield
Three Poems
I gave my mother
Clare Rossini
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