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Cry
Bring back our dresses untorn
Frannie Lindsay
A Brief Portfolio
have heard through some trembling of their web
Patrick Donnelly
View From a Shrinking Floe
Beyond the boats freed from the dripping ice
Billy Collins
Poem With A Ghost Town
I am the town that everyone left
Cynthia Atkins
One of a Series
My daughter sees the sky from another angle, slate-blue reflected in a lake called living.
Joni Wallace
Danger: A Triptych
I thought at first it was a rock, a pebble my own tire had somehow kicked up in a weird curve. I kept driving to my
Denise Duhamel
Before and Rain
Sweatpants balled up where his legs would be,
Jennifer Grotz
Salvation, in B#
Bigtime Baltimore, new
Afaa Michael Weaver
My Love
Place your hand, my love, against my heart
Christian Johann Heinrich Heine
Blind | Opulent, Unfunereal World
The way, as I wake, some shimmery dream
Chris Forhan
On Sadness | On Beauty
I noticed something strange and beautiful about the word “sad.”
Kathleen Ossip
Honor Guard
Who does this body
D.A. Powell
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