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So What
My mind’s a ringing phone
Elizabeth A. I. Powell
Eros Caught Napping
Eros at one time or another in the era before
Fortunato Salazar
Mother Doesn’t Bite
I bite instead and she needs salt,
Terese Svoboda
Riddle
The chair is not far from the bed
Norman Dubie
The Muse Writes Luis Jorge Borges A Letter On His 86th Birthday
The night has entered your eyes
Chard deNiord
Deceiving the Gods
The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune.
Ellen Bass
Dentist, Mexico, 1959
The room was big, not small.
Alberto Rios
At the Cemetery
Cloud cover from horizon to horizon
Alan Shapiro
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
Eggs
Eggs in the cakes invoked by Marie Antoinette.
Barbara Ras
Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears
A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
Margo Berdeshevsky
Aqua and Violet
Childlike ones don’t tattle on the choice of stepfathers.
Katherine Soniat
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