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Early Explorers Sometimes Carried Watermelons Instead of Canteens & Close Your Eyes
Ever cut open a watermelon
Katharine Rauk
Aspect
The spirit’s simulacra have obtained
Scott Cairns
Whatever Alights
A zillion yeses to the titmice at my feeder,
Betsy Sholl
August City Night & Love in Kyiv
stifles, thick stream
Natalka Bilotserkivets
Pain & Ophelia and the Nine-and-Fifty Swans
Where to stand
Brian Culhane
Grand Marais Estuary, in Fog (after the painting by Stanley Krohmer)
Color of ice, or heaps of snow, gray-blue, slate.
Patricia Clark
SHE-POETS CENTO
Femininity is a sickness. I open my eyes.
Kate Daniels
A History of Mirrors
We’ve accidentally collided with something real tonight
Colin Pope
Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon
the word the night bore
Katarina Frostenson
Light and Dark
I like that the word light is powerful and yet so gentle, like a good man.
John Poch
Trash
Good you are trashing, my husband says, when I send him a photo
Nicole Cooley
Curriculum Vitae | Ode to Silo City
I’ll keep the ululating
Philip Metres
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