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Building the Boat, Trèboul (1930)
Half-way, the basket nature of the ship
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
Hagstrom
I examine my scarred torso
Neil Silberblatt
In Waterplace Park on Our 15th Anniversary
I’m waiting for you on the bank of the river,
Julie Danho
Soaked, by Marilyn Kallet
At the friary lunch we chat about End of Days,
Marilyn Kallet
Sack
Ancient river bed hacked and carved whittled deep
John Kinsella
The Movie My Murderer Makes
My murderer sits in row F, seat 3, just behind my wife and me, in row E, seats 3 and 4.
Chris Shipman
Charcoal | Medicine and Magazines
In my brown leather bag:
Cynthia Cruz
Shoulder
She flies south to visit me
Chelsea Wagenaar
Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
No use
On October 21, 1962, Sylvia Plath wrote one poem that became two.
Kathleen Ossip
The Raccoon
Like an old Italian man,
Joseph Bathanti
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
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