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For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves
Welcome all who have traveled the long road
Stewart Moss
Boots and Bayonet
My platoon a loose group cross-legged
Karen Skolfield
Hostile Takeover
Cheeks puffed, she’s looking up at a horizontal
Alan Shapiro
[There was the way his mother]
There was the way his mother called him baby-faced that made me defensive.
Megan Nichols
Echo (and Narcissus)
I saw it in midcentury
Christina Pugh
Dew Point
Because of the nipple crust riming a girl’s
Carol Moldaw
Human Technology
Sunlit & dangerous, this country road.
Nomi Stone
On Chanukah
Isn’t fire itself
Linda Pastan
How It Is
Say how it is
Phillis Levin
The List
Branches shiver as if a wand
John Skoyles
Nesting & a triptych
At my parents’ house nothing is in boxes, nothing is packed.
Katie Moritz
This Surface
Of the earth,
André du Bouchet
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