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Study: Old Watercolor and Joe
I bought an old watercolor in a primitives shop and brought it home to my in-laws’ on summer vacation.
Sandra McPherson
The World Provides
Someone somewhere must always be
Lawrence Raab
Ophthalmology
No me miras, she said, hiding her face,
Rafael Campo
Anti-Gravity Time Machine
From the front stoop it’s the 21st century;
Jennifer Michael Hecht
Booklet, Hand-Pressed Paper, Containing Locks of School-Children’s Hair, c. 1861
Wound on a bobbin like thread. Woven into a wreath
Nicole Cooley
Eternal Sunshine
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
Troy Jollimore
Three Dances | Early Warning System
In North Carolina
Amit Majmudar
Not Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Promises to keep, was a lie, he had nothing. Through
Jennifer Michael Hecht
At the End of the Alphabet
Books bloated and fanned
Lee Upton
Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
Thanksgiving Near Cape Coast & Pine Cones: April 2020
Churning along through viscous mud,
Rachel Hadas
My Courbet, by Jonathan Galassi
My Courbet
Jonathan Galassi
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