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FISHERMAN, 50 B.C.
What else would I do on the river
Benno Barnard
Mommie
After I’m dead, will the world will remember me
Peter Cooley
Flowers in a Vase
The dahlias' unopened buds poke like periscopes above their clownish mass
Don Bogen
Train to Naples and “It’s Awful Plain”
Five ceramic half-ducks flew up the wall.
Kate Northrop
We Lay Our Fear in a Wicker Basket
Too drunk, walking around
Aaron Coleman
The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
Poem with Allusions
The thoughts that come on little cat feet
Jay Parini
Two Poems
Deer sniff red November
Katherine Soniat
FOUNTAIN
Dogwood white knuckle it through January, February, March:
Kathy Fagan
from Canisy
Whenever we lined up to march into class, the assistant at my grandfather’s school always had us sing the kind of
Jean Follain
Abramovic
The eyes are the edge of the central nervous system.
Rick Barot
Moisei Fishbein translated from the Ukrainian by John Hennessy and Ostap Kin
During the war and for some time after the war
Moisei Fishbein
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