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Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
Notes Toward a Treatise on the Atlantic Periwinkle
None knows the song devoted to winkles.
Jennifer Atkinson
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
My Shame & Sanctuary
At first that howl suggests an overbearing parent
Julie Bruck
Three poems by Nadia Mifsud translated from Maltese by Miriam Calleja
abracadabresque this silence spreading sorrow
Nadia Mifsud
After Callimachus
Goddess of parturition, listen when Cleo
Stephanie Burt
ANTIGONE CONSIDERS HER FAMILY: Father and Mother
He was always unhappy—
Jennifer Franklin
A Brief Portfolio
“Digital streaming, brother, rates of flow in time
Peter Campion
SINGER | LOTUS CROSS-DRESS |
If you’ve heard the cant of the auctioneer, the
Christina Pugh
Doppler Effect
Stopped in cars, we are waiting to accelerate
Arthur Sze
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
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