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A MORAL VICTORY IS STILL A DEFEAT
It was late in the year and late in the day,
Jay Hopler
Three Ghazals
When I woke in the night, I walked to the center of the dream.
Nicole Callihan and Zoë Ryder White
Pick Me Up
the words love you, friend
Eleni Sikelianos
SMOKE GHOST SMOKE
Its smell didn't wake my husband
Nancy Mitchell
I’ll Hang Around as Long as You Will Let Me
John Prine is dead on TV in the season before trees bear peaches
Jane Springer
Major Brands…
Cloth covers a woman’s face so we
Kate Monaghan
Snow, an essay and The Day After the Day Without a Yesterday
Or, the winter I kept being turned into a pillar of salt.
Nicole Callihan
Woman, Man, Tepoztlán
Mother, today I met a man.
Kristina Andersson Bicher
Don’t Bum Out the Musicians
At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.
Cornelius Eady
I open the windows.
What I wanted
Jane Hirshfield
High Finance
You looked up and saw across the field
Sophie Cabot Black
Anatomy of Late
It looks like a fox, when it’s sleeping. No, its body
Sally Rosen Kindred
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