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Lost Leaders
Some say that predatory sin was born of ignorance rather than
Drew Milne
One and a Half Poems
Well it began with a microburst from the North when the moon
Patrick Donnelly
Imperial Crimson
There is no way I can write ‘producing meanings’ as my job in the CV,
Yuliia Vereta
On History
His father’s boss was a Millerite—
Wayne Miller
THE COURTING
In every dark jazz club, in each smoky corner
Tara Betts
Words
Words are loyal.
Jane Hirshfield
Slaughtered Ox
Too easy, to take the body as a distraction—
Emma Aylor
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
Pet of the Week
Oh, Salsa, I too
Cathleen Calbert
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
A Brief Portfolio
“Digital streaming, brother, rates of flow in time
Peter Campion
EPHEBE WITH CYPRIPEDIUM
Sweet ephebe, dear good friend,
Simona Popescu
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