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The Neighbor’s War and Walking Backwards
Through my kitchen window I can watch
Maura Stanton
Two Poems
burdens are from
Hank Lazer
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
To Fire
In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying
Lance Larsen
Poem of the Quotidian
Night falls so swiftly in this part of town
Ruy Belo
Miss Favour, or Dear rsmith@gmail.org
Hello Dearest, My name is Miss Favour,
R.T. Smith
The Book of Before All This
They're retrieving what's retrievable.
Marianne Boruch
Volumes
Certain mornings you can catch the sound
Jane Satterfield
Wartime Pantoum
Were the mountain women sold as slaves
Marilyn Hacker
ATTRACTION
a literary critic wrote some
Angela Marinescu
Lapse
I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer. I
Dorianne Laux
Mnemonic
Leaves in the eaves
Meghan O'Rourke
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