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Milk Ice
Driving through fog and storm’s aftermath
Patricia Spears Jones
RIFF ON A LINE BY CHAR
Somewhere inside the sacerdotal
Jake Crist
The Bahá’í School
It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
Lindsay Stuart Hill
Ready to Be the Lover She Remembers Forever
The gods are everywhere
Hsia Yü
A Brief Portfolio
Shoulders slouched, neck one step ahead of her body,
Mihaela Moscaliuc
Bathroom Mirror
Often, when dazzled by sunlight,
James Longenbach
Lüneburg Station, April 30, 1976
It’s 5:45 am, sleepy car-landscape
Nicolas Born
SECRET AGENT | GUARDIAN OF THE EGG
A long armed monkey lurks by the far
Susan Rich
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
Heisenberg’s Principle
Look. We’re somewhere
Christopher Buckley
Tchaikovsky’s Fifth, On Freud’s Birthday [May 5] & In Vienna
The first movement of Tchaikovsky’s
David Lehman
Moss City
City down to the last nuance is moss,
Carol Frost
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