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The Cocoon, I Started Slowly & Morning’s Only Yellow
Visiting my cousin’s church I found
Betsy Sholl
Holiday Candle
Thank you for your kind gift
Stewart Moss
Hymn of the Squirrels, Echidna Tremens and Singled Out
Not an issue of ‘variety’, of red, brown, grey and black,
John Kinsella
Florida
Every beauty barbed, from the tiniest mites
Kimberly Johnson
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
In a Room with Many Windows
In a room with many windows
Jane Hirshfield
New Math
Out of the place I knew,
Rachel Hadas
Two Poems translated from Romanian by Monica Cure
In the first three days I heard my mother
Dan Sociu
Rain Sonnets
When the bear finally arrives, he’s starving. He wants whatever’s in my little blue basket, the Tupperware and the
Jules Gibbs
Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
Letter to My Almost Former House
It’s true, I’m getting ready to leave you.
Theresa Burns
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, fading into maple shade.
David Bottoms
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