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Revolver
His face was a festival. Inside it,
Carl Phillips
On Being Mused Upon
Reading his poems, you recognize yourself
Carol Moldaw
On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull
Skull aged so much in rain and heat,
John Kinsella
EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM
Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,
Simona Popescu
Stammer (2 pp)
Was I hatched from an egg, fostered by birds
Betsy Sholl
I’ve Lived Long with the Dead | The Word Stays Here
I’ve lived long with the dead. I know their
Sylva Fischerová
Mid-March
If, when I sit here in my study
Stewart Moss
Spelling / Complication
Serious injuries only! Strange
Albert Goldbarth
I Spent one Summer with a Semi-colon
in those days people called it shacking up
Angela Ball
The List
Branches shiver as if a wand
John Skoyles
In a Pile of Pictures
The man—young enough to be my son—
Sandy Solomon
Uplight
The uplight is where I want to be, above and looking, and looking over.
Leah Umansky
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