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Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
AFTER THUNDERSTORMS IN OKLAHOMA
The sky becomes sickly,
Hala Alyan
The Cormorant
They slip the string
Lee Upton
The Last Orgasm
Sometimes I think of the innocent live
Nin Andrews
The Dangers of Contemplation
Follow the seagull aloft
Ron Slate
Volumes
Certain mornings you can catch the sound
Jane Satterfield
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Four From Delos
Saw the ring of her
Jeffrey Skinner
Hungarian Lesson and Snow Rapture
In Hungary, you know something like the palm of your hand,
J. Allyn Rosser
The Window & On Turning 79
I check the den window a few times each day
C. G. Hanzlicek
Two Poems
I thought I bought more soap
Charles O. Hartman
Poem
I’m going to pretend I’m a painter and just
Jeffrey Harrison
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