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Note to Thomas Stearns Eliot
I just dared to eat
Billy Collins
The World As Sound
I didn’t speak until I was five
Michael Simms
Archaic Rayon Kamehameha
Blue eyes like dusty Santa Rosa plums,
Sandra McPherson
SUNDAYS | ALONE
Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
Georges Rodenbach
The Barn
No one just Mary
Frannie Lindsay
The Myth of the Eternal Return
The river sinks beneath our love
Laurie Lamon
To Isabella Franconati
After your husband died and the cypress trees,
Michael Collier
A Brief Portfolio
have heard through some trembling of their web
Patrick Donnelly
July 4th
Tarred roads starting to buckle,
William Logan
She Dog | Mermaid
A ticky rain of blood from
Terese Svoboda
God’s Man
When I was twelve I found it
Linda Pastan
The Dragonfly
Diamond-crusted wings flying an armored syringe
Keith Flynn
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