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Centers of Gold, Aphrodisiacal & What We Do Lives On
The point, after all, with canvas, brush, and paint,
Patricia Clark
Eight Poems
An Amazon can be used for so much. The ashtray
Marie Lundquist
The Sun Pours Forth & An American in Paris
We are in a garden among friends
Stephen Ackerman
Kneeling in a Pile of Leaves
Kneeling in a pile of leaves
Bianca Stone
The Last Widow | The Last Mirror
The last widow misses men. The last widow misses her husband
Jason Schneiderman
Elegy for a Young Garden
Shattered bricks, flayed sockets
Claire Malroux
But-cept
I recall not wanting my oldest son
Sydney Lea
Geology Lessons
I look back through the window of a Greyhound Bus
Susan Rich
Yellowphant and Don’t Forget
The circus so yellow and red stands on two feet,
Terese Svoboda
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
Uncle Yehuda Sharvit Between Marrakesh and Draa
When my uncle Yehuda got drunk
Erez Bitton
from Canisy
Whenever we lined up to march into class, the assistant at my grandfather’s school always had us sing the kind of
Jean Follain
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