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Soup Teachers
we called them, the women who stood behind
Thomas Lux
MISSA CORONA SPINEA Good Friday, Macomb County
On one side of one dumpster
Greg Sendi
THE BEAR IN THE WHEELCHAIR
The bedside window is cracked a little, for fresh air presumably, and a lopsided venetian blind bangs softly in a
Michael Van Walleghen
David
we wait in an arc with flashlights
Marilyn A. Johnson
Duets
Telemann at 7:30 on an evening
Sherri Felt Dratfield
Yes
Yes, all things of water and our days rounded with light, yes,
Mark Irwin
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
Auntie Deluvian and Alien On The Ark: Two by Two
Deep-time they called it when King Dumuzid the Shepherd
Terese Svoboda
SMOKE GHOST SMOKE
Its smell didn't wake my husband
Nancy Mitchell
AT THE SLEEP CLINIC
I sat in the parking lot of the sleep clinic
Chard deNiord
Moveable
Swords drawn, Hem and his bronze friend
Ron Smith
St. Rose of Lima
Lips weary with chapped hallelujahs,
Tiana Nobile
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