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Late in October
Late in October, I watch
Linda Pastan
On the Way to the Acupuncturist
In the wrong lane, the slow one—
Carol Moldaw
Perfect Air
Put book down
Ted Greenwald
(Blessed Are) They Who Preserve
These glass jars are houses for little Human Acts.
Danielle Blau
The Neighbor’s War and Walking Backwards
Through my kitchen window I can watch
Maura Stanton
Security: A Q & A
What was your favorite part-time job? What do you
Lynnell Edwards
Inner City Canal
This water tumbling over the canal locks
Michael Smith
A Gaze Hound That Hunteth by the Eye
It’s not criminal: it isn’t sodomy
V. Penelope Pelizzon
Duet
Their quest--what does the human body mean?--
David Huddle
Lion Cub & Whales
We’d taken to being clever, or is that merely mischievous?
Carol Potter
Qinghai and Tengchong
a prayer flag rolls around a heap of round stones
Song Lin
The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size.
David Keplinger
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