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Fairy Tale
Would that squat toad, before my eyes,
William Wenthe
Up Early, I Turn off the Television News
High tide of sun curling & breaking onto the hardwood
Gerry LaFemina
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
Block Party
Start Me Up! was what started it--Monica Litzkus from up
David Huddle
Green Girls
Wriggling on the bottles:
Terese Svoboda
The Unreturning, 2019
Suddenly cops crushed black citizens, hurled
Denise Duhamel
LIMESTONE GHAZAL
My windowsill’s lined with fossils, whorled limestone
Brad Richard
CATAFALQUE
Angel of the gap thrills to floodwaters
Donald Revell
The Magician and HER
This is how you peel back layers of bees
Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick
Apology to My Husband’s Snore
You goosehonk, one-note oboe or contrabassoon.
Karen Paul Holmes
A Nun to be Named
I’ve been thinking about the nun who wouldn’t let me pee in fifth grade.
Peter Johnson
Two Poems
In Vietnam, we rowed an old wooden boat
Jim Daniels
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