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America
America, I have a friend for whom everything went south
Kathleen Graber
The Blue Light
Where were you as the light descended & do you
David St. John
Say You’re Don Giovanni
Say you’re Don Giovanni Giovanni and you make
David Kirby
Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Promises to keep, was a lie, he had nothing. Through
Jennifer Michael Hecht
On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull
Skull aged so much in rain and heat,
John Kinsella
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Bystander Effect, Permanence and Weapon
Your weapon is an eraser.
Tara Skurtu
Ghazal with Bread
how many summers apart from you, in search of bread
Gökçenur Ç
The Gone and the Going Away
The world I know keeps going farther
Maurice Manning
Cora Goes Birding
This was a bad idea.
Kate Falvey
What if Cat Stevens was a dog person? | Thus, always to tryrants | The Seamstress
Someone offered me an olive branch
Steve Castro
Tartine. Quasi-unfamiliar. To handle a relationship
In her teenage years,
Adela Greceanu
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