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It Will Start One Day
you know, it will start one day, the ebb
Dmitry Blizniuk
Tom’s Sublet and Without Longing, What?
Once, a long time ago in Rome, I was bathed
Alice Friman
SOME FAITH
God we need rain. And white flowers.
Barbara Ras
Unexceptional
Except we were in love, or so it seemed.
Rafael Campo
Observatory at the Prison
The day is warm, so we take chips and pop from the visitation-room vending machines to a
Debra Nystrom
The Sailor’s Love Song and Irish Whiskey
When I was young I burned to be
Peter Meinke
SIXTH GRADE REDUX
Good morning, Ladles and Jellyfish!
Carol Moldaw
BORN ON
The twelfth of July, like Neruda, wouldn’t
Stuart Friebert
Will flames lap? Leap? | The Country Stairs
Will flames lap? Leap?
Cynthia Hogue
Ode to the Paper Clip
O knot in two dimensions,
James Richardson
Two Poems
The sky spills a certain sadness after sunset,
Paul Christiansen
HOUSEKEEPING: Frida’s Future Kiss
After the palm reader told her no man would ever claim her,
Lois P. Jones
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