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Home Life
I was sitting still in an armchair
Billy Collins
The Wayfarer
When the wings of the triptych are open as
Linda Gregerson
Received Wisdom
A horse fence
Veronica Kornberg
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
HER MOUTH
Near the end, her mouth was pinned down
Julie Bruck
Creek
Now it is easy to find where the creek dwindles, where it thickens at last, where its
Carrie Causey
Electric Eyes of Night
Three lanterns fill your window with deception.
Alan Zhukovski
Borges at Dolphin Books: New Orleans, 1982
He props his cane between Maps & True Crime,
David Wojahn
from The Violet Blood of the Amethyst
An exceptionally unhappy heart.
Louis Calaferte
Three Poems
Every time I try to walk
Carolyn Guinzio
Post Mortem
You might not see the bodies in the famous photo
William Trowbridge
Guardian Angels Witness More Lives Than Yours
You are eight years old.
Tom Laichas
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