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Don’t Bum Out the Musicians
At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.
Cornelius Eady
Bah!
It is well-past old hat and hurt
Stephen Todd Booker
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
And After the Ark
what was left behind was astounding:
Erika Meitner
NOTES ON SILENCE
The racket of birdsong wakes me at 4am, before first light.
DeWitt Henry
Hyphen
Blue-black on my inked page,
Joan Larkin
Elements and A Streetcar Named Panera
An abandoned father heals,
Alejandro Escudé
A Brief Portfolio
A murder of crows wing black vectors across
Steven Cramer
Butchering the Ram | James Cameron Descends into Lake Baikal
And while traveling the transcendental path of non-violence,
Amarsana Ulzytuev
Hunger Abstract
A black cat
Devin Johnston
Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope
It was difficult to get a nurse.
Kelle Groom
Big Finish
Now that the last shaft of sunset has collapsed
Kimberly Johnson
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