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Vesuvius
No gazette ran the story,
R.T. Smith
Who Will Plant the Seeds of Svalbard and Orchard Fruit: Grafting
as far north you go as night you go night
Ginny Threefoot
Three Ghazals
When I woke in the night, I walked to the center of the dream.
Nicole Callihan and Zoë Ryder White
Oak Leaves as Young Musicians and Longing
Frosted-glass window lit orange.
Ashley Mabbitt
The Gone and the Going Away
The world I know keeps going farther
Maurice Manning
Hi. My Name Is Billy Hollands.
And there it is, that little tilt of my head –
Bill Hollands
Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
CONGREGATION | AT LAST
We are six strangers gathered
Floyd Skloot
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
the ugly purple corpse I lug behind me | you haven’t changed a bit
the ugly purple corpse I lug behind me
Edoardo Sanguineti
Paper
Damned if I’ll be the woman who collects mass produced throw pillows counts her
Jane Springer
It Happened All the Time
Daylight shatters through the thatches where a bird might fall,
Teresa Cader
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