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The Museum of Mortal Sins | Soul
We stood up to our waists in the icy water
Anzhelina Polonskaya
Mother, at Last
You were Scarlett O’Hara
Nancy Mitchell
The Beginner
Doesn’t have a clue, sips whiskey in a train
Sigman Byrd
Ancestral Home
Frangipani, its petals warm milk around
Megha Rao
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
Two Poems
In Vietnam, we rowed an old wooden boat
Jim Daniels
The Romantic Poets
If anybody needs a head
Maurice Manning
The Interview
Where is your wheel? Your bike-body? Sturdy-car-self?
Mary Buchinger
The Doorway | Wants
Two things she wanted among the left-behinds when her parents moved
Susan Eisenberg
Excerpts from Little Goldie in America
One more day, one more hour, play the good pig.
Nance Van Winckel
The Excellent Trip
You thought you’d need a month. You thought you’d need
David Kirby
The Sudden Walk
When evening comes to find you still
Devin Johnston
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