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Idea for a Screenplay *
A man sits on his porch and reads aloud to the yard, to some plants and to some birds, his feelings of paranoia, anger
Michael Earl Craig
The Poets
They are farmers, really--
Linda Pastan
Nude with Pebbles
Flowers fall. And I noticed
Ralph Angel
PAPERS
On the great estate her Great
Sandra Alcosser
The Afterlife of Fish and Opossum
Whenever we caught fish when we were boys,
Jeffrey Harrison
Five Per Page and Title covered in flies
Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.
Alexandria Peary
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
Half of Life
The land with yellow pears
Fredrich Holderlin
A Poem and Two Fables
The breeze this morning pulls on the surface of the bay,
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Lost Leaders
Some say that predatory sin was born of ignorance rather than
Drew Milne
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
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