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BOOK OF HOURS
A jostle of stars at the edge of the Crab Nebula pinpoints the heart of Taurus. Under the right conditions, with a
Eric Pankey
Up Early, I Turn off the Television News
High tide of sun curling & breaking onto the hardwood
Gerry LaFemina
Battle Hymn of the Republic
God, could Kieran sing!—
Aaron Wallace
Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
Naked City
Apprehended in Herald Square carrying the head of his sister-in-law
Ron Slate
Puritan Watc, Yonder and Birthday
Longitude was the great mystery
Lisa Russ Spaar
Musée des Beaux Arts
Look at the science, already.
Virginia Konchan
Edna St. Vincent, M.F.A.
Chic and petite, blind to her destiny
Mary Jo Salter
A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
Liquidation
Final closeout, clearance sale, you said:
Virginia Konchan
Poem Beginning with a Line from Levis
As if we’re put on the earth to forget the ending,
Gabriella R. Tallmadge
The Last Harvest
Of course the snake is still here
J.P. Dancing Bear
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