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Sharp Noises at Night
When I travel to the Midwest, trains
Marge Piercy
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
Exodus and At the Wilderness
There is a certain safety from predator and love
Kwame Dawes
Else
At the first instance, to amuse others,
April Bernard
Sounds Like Love
A spacial infirmity
Charlie Smith
Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope
It was difficult to get a nurse.
Kelle Groom
The Call |Palm
You and I, we have been here before.
Bruce Bond
Mantra Post- Storm Desmond
After thirty-six hours indoors while Desmond
John Kinsella
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, darkening in maple shade.
David Bottoms
Without Apology
Things happen. We’ve been promised
Annette Barnes
Rondeau and Song
She would have yawned to see a Pharaoh’s fall,
Hailey Leithauser
Talisman
Quetzal: you write
Arthur Sze
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