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Embroidered Eyebrows of Eve
Eve as reflection, Eve
Jill McDonough
CHINATOWN
I almost bought a lucky dragon
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
She said she saw, Maya Lin and At night, I tried
She said she saw her own veins
Christina Pugh
Three Poems
I dropped a sprig of laurel into your grave
Karl Kirchwey
Mr. Palomar’s Wave
A long time ago, I went with my aunt to hear
Julie Bruck
White Zinfandel
Again last night I dreamed the dream called Waiter.
Christopher Bakken
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
August, Hinge
How would you describe these pandemic days,
Patricia Clark
Winter | Untitled
Let this winter pass into another winter.
Ester Naomi Perquin
Back to Brooklyn Bridge | Second Skin
tears are intuition
Michael Burkard
THINNING THE SPRUCES
I’ve become ruthless with the spruces
Jeffrey Harrison
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