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The Sailor’s Love Song and Irish Whiskey
When I was young I burned to be
Peter Meinke
Before the rebirth | The harvest field | Song of love present
No flowers here
Andrée Chedid
Four Poems
A sudden pain flares in in my head like a match flaring into darkness: my mother is dying.
Amy Newlove Schroeder
This Dog | 4 AM
Maybe I’ve chosen life—not just
Linda Pastan
The Bahá’í School
It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
Lindsay Stuart Hill
Poem of the Quotidian
Night falls so swiftly in this part of town
Ruy Belo
At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
The Dolls’ House Mysteries
A woman lies so tidily
Helen Ivory
Olympia
The ancient Greeks knew how to pick out a sacred spot,
Barbara Hamby
About Tea translated from Czech by Stephan Delbos
before we set out let’s promise each other
Tim Postovit
A Brief Portfolio
I was in sixth grade when I twirled Stephanie Comb’s
Nin Andrews
Mangos | Talking Animals | Bringing Things Back From the Woods
We did not have mango trees back home on the prairies. The climate and soil conditions were not conducive to that
David Shumate
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