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Visitor’s Coming
I’ve laid out
Karl Krolow
Close to now
I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest
Zoë Ryder White
Two Fat Braids Crossed at the Crown
Mishearing you holding out the gadget plug,
Arielle Greenberg
Three Poems
I’ve seen demons, each one tossed
Rosanna Warren
In My Thorn Dream | In my Path Dream
The thing is the delicacy
Robin Behn
Therapon, III, 5
…you whose waters never breathe whose
Bruce Bond and Dan Beachy-Quick
Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
Virginia Woolf: Three Fragments (1910)
i.How much must we carry with us? Must we bear the souls of errand boys, drovers, butchers in bloody smocks, the
Campbell McGrath
False Darkness
I need the sun to be setting
William Olsen
After the Paris Bombings
I lent my Daily Missal, which had been published before they dropped the Latin, to Robin. Though she had been
Steve Bradbury
Sea Otters, Missiles, Sardines
Sea otters sun themselves on harbor rocks,
Teresa Cader
Perfect Air
Put book down
Ted Greenwald
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