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Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
Dark Enough
I found her long black coat
Dean Young
Urban Renewal
Outside my window, a brutal winter burn has curled
Major Jackson
The Book of Before All This
They're retrieving what's retrievable.
Marianne Boruch
Genesis and The Anonymous City
God made the world with his mouth.
Megan Pinto
Whatever Alights
A zillion yeses to the titmice at my feeder,
Betsy Sholl
From Toying
Like Tiny Tears
Kimiko Hahn
WOMAN CAVE | MODERN ORIGAMI
Even at my most primitive
Jules Gibbs
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
return of the repressed in the age of avantgarde robots
creating and smashing ideas of high and low was a good
Andrei Codrescu
Grave
Over the grave the bird will
Kuno Raeber
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