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Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
Honey
Strange music of our Emily —
Cecilia Woloch
Houses
Under the cold light of the chintzy white crown chandelier, I’d lean one upright card again
Alan Shapiro
Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself
If the vamp and rub of planets,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
Firing My Father’s Mossberg
At the shooting range,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
“Dispatches from Terra Incognita”
Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.
Peter Johnson
The Caravaggio Room
Yuck, you heave in front of that sick boy
Ron Smith
Mommie
After I’m dead, will the world will remember me
Peter Cooley
Amalgam
Mostly, what I didn’t know didn’t hurt me
Rebecca Foust
Don’t Know Much About the French I Took
I silently disapproved when they said, “Let’s go French
Ron Smith
Remote Stars
Look up. There’s Bill,
Scott Withiam
From Inches Away
From inches away his finger can’t miss
Simon Perchik
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