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Molt & Clean Water Act
Neither here nor there, you don’t fit.
Dore Kiesselbach
False Elegy
I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free to reminisce her final months.
Celia Bland
Ana Varela Tafur translated from Spanish by Yaccaira Salvatierra
By the banks or the center of a river,
Ana Varela Tafur
What Light Tastes Like
Depends on the hour of departure and if flowers
Barbara Ras
Poem with Allusions
The thoughts that come on little cat feet
Jay Parini
A Face, A Cup
The thousand hairline cracks in an aged face
Molly Peacock
The Sun Pours Forth & An American in Paris
We are in a garden among friends
Stephen Ackerman
Don’t Know Much About the French I Took
I silently disapproved when they said, “Let’s go French
Ron Smith
Zero Plus Anything is a World
Four less one is three.
Jane Hirshfield
Drive-in Double Dare
In gravel dust and starlight, after the hummingbirds fe
Sharon Kubasak
Doppler Effect
Stopped in cars, we are waiting to accelerate
Arthur Sze
mother of stains
a mother made of three buttons from three different sweaters
William Lessard
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