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I loved bar light,
Maxine Scates
PHAROAH
Whenever we were out on the dance floor, I always looked at your face, while you looked downward, inward, at
Paul Lisicky
California King, Head of the Meadow and A Miracle of Saint Anthony
The little bright red car
Karl Kirchwey
Standing in a Field
what I saw
Marilyn A. Johnson
Fresco
We stayed in a monastery cut up into condos, ours with a terrace of dried-up papery roses overlooking Fiesole.
Idris Anderson
Hogmanay, Edinburgh
Past the iron fence on Princes Street
Stewart Moss
My Lovely Garonne
Because every tenth poem or so the poet described
Jessica Greenbaum
Practicing Quiet & The Last Sleep Artist
What do you mean, you ate Melvin?
Nin Andrews
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
Scene from a Photograph in a Dream
What was I doing in my childhood room again?
Jeffrey Harrison
Weather Report
These white stripes of day achieve
Grace Cavalieri
Half of Life
The land with yellow pears
Fredrich Holderlin
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