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Oxygen & Waking to 1939, I Study Those Standing
I’m sorry my mother got a blood clot in her lung
Patricia Clark
Vesuvius
No gazette ran the story,
R.T. Smith
Dryer
This seemingly permanent revolution,
James Pollock
Mantra Post- Storm Desmond
After thirty-six hours indoors while Desmond
John Kinsella
For Night to Fall
You could tell from the start that the best
Carl Phillips
Early Elegy: Telephone Booth | Early Elegy: Cursive
Its remains: a plexiglass crypt robbed
Claudia Emerson
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
Three poems translated from the Polish by Piotr Florczyk
At night we stood together on guard,
Anna Świrszczyńska
Vortex Street
I tied my hands behind me so I won’t hurt you.
Page Hill Starzinger
Your Brother’s Face
You believe your brother will come down
Christopher Howell
Letters from Earth & Sky
The petals
Marilyn Kallet
True Bug | I Will Be Good
I’ve been talking to a bug all winter.
Cleopatra Mathis
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