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A Prayer
Praise the scent of wood
Laura Johanna Braverman
Thanksgiving Chorus
Kindergarteners beautiful and dumb
Adam Tavel
The Wayfarer
When the wings of the triptych are open as
Linda Gregerson
What is Unknown
When I tell her I’ve fallen for What Is Unknown, my mother’s face brightens. “She’ll be a good girlfriend for you,”
David Huddle
My Father Was a Honey Bee
My father was a honey bee He buzzed and buzzed
Jan Freeman
ABC Minors
Painted in oils on wood, the entire composition
Linda Bierds
Puritan Watc, Yonder and Birthday
Longitude was the great mystery
Lisa Russ Spaar
The Clacklet
Buttons taken from a sewing box
Julie Hanson
LIKE
No other sound like it.
Carol Muske-Dukes
Gun Notes
This man and I softly discussed hunting
David Huddle
[I encircle you] translated by Sasha Dugdale
I encircle you as a zone of mountains, granite corona
Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
Ready to Be the Lover She Remembers Forever
The gods are everywhere
Hsia Yü
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