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Wool Cap
Flip is coming for dinner, I hear his car driving past the house.
A.L. Snijders
EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM
Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,
Simona Popescu
To Urania
Astronomer who rules the tides and skies,
Rachel Hadas
Happy Hour & Babies Cry at 5:03 pm
Marcy lets us play
Nancy Kangas
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
Poem
I’m going to pretend I’m a painter and just
Jeffrey Harrison
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
Potato | The Surface
I do not want to finish my potato,
Martha Rhodes
Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph
Where "grab a bite"
Lia Purpura
A Drone Over Amish Country
We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.
Brian Brodeur
Three Poems
Lavishly robed and turbaned, the palmist
Robert Wrigley
Pull Off on Old Lyme Road to Fuck
Because I would have given everything for you to want to talk to me you remain the sound of street lamps
Rogan Kelly
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