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Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
Morning, Redux | Drift Road
Another morning in the obscure,
William Logan
Armorial and The World is Burning
At least once or twice a season I take out
Brian Culhane
The Shell
When I picked it up from the sand
J. Allyn Rosser
The Departure | The Screamer
Farewell my pond and all my many doves
Max Jacob
Three Poems
I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave
Karl Kirchwey
Two poems by Katja Gorečan (from The Sufferings of Young Hana /Trpljenje mlade Hane) translated from Slovenian by Martha Kosir
hana likes to sit on the balcony when it rains.
Katja Gorečan
Post Mortem
You might not see the bodies in the famous photo
William Trowbridge
AS IN A SACK | STILL HEARD | BREATH THEY COULDN’T
AS IN A SACK held shut by cord,
Joan Houlihan
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
Down by the River
Down by the river behind the barn
J.T. Ledbetter
Ebbtide
He said one day when we are old, we—
Lynne Thompson
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