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Maidendown
The farm along the Maidendown,
Hoyt Rogers
Down by the River
Down by the river behind the barn
J.T. Ledbetter
Chaja-Lea Returns
This is where we were
Eric Odynocki
Grand Marais Estuary, in Fog (after the painting by Stanley Krohmer)
Color of ice, or heaps of snow, gray-blue, slate.
Patricia Clark
One of a Series
My daughter sees the sky from another angle, slate-blue reflected in a lake called living.
Joni Wallace
The Last Phonebooth
The last phone booth on the planet smells
Joanna Fuhrman
On Either Side of the Word Lie
The letters that must be taken away
Phillis Levin
Venice is Sinking | Window Shopping
Venice is sinking, Signora. Look –
Helen Bournas-Ney
Powder
Yesterday I opened your pill box, and there
Mark Irwin
SOLILOQUY OF A TORNADO IN THE DISTANCE
I knew a girl once
Bruce Bond
Poem
I’m going to pretend I’m a painter and just
Jeffrey Harrison
Logs
Giants lie entangled on wet sand,
Grace Schulman
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