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The Albino Squirrel
Bury it, I said. In the field. No,
Clare Rossini
A Brief History
When I close my eyes I can still hear
Christopher Buckley
Elephant Memory
A cold sunny morning in Cambridge. Pragmatical
Gail Mazur
Goat Theology
Those who deny everything, yet want,
Christopher Bakken
FREE VERSE
Small woods upon an incline
Donald Revell
Kyoto, Without Me
chills and goes dark. At this very instant
Nathalie Anderson
Your Beautiful Mouth
The sun is the sum of one particular age, the moon
Laurie Lamon
Ferns | Cycle
Wind thrums
Linda Pastan
YAWP
I long to move closer
Robert Nazarene
Evening
The blue chair on the terrace, coffee, evening,
Cees Nooteboom
Poem to Circe IV
Ancient bronzes, we reached the sea.
José Manuel Cardona
The Triumphs of 1974 & A Self-Guided Tour of Machu Picchu, OR Please, Sir/Madam, Step Away from the Edge of the Abyss
Moneyless, we moved to Cali,
John Wall Barger
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