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Wilderness
The mind is a wilderness like Bartram’s, razed, cemented over, marked by rows
Carol Frost
Ode to Roadside Shrines
I first see you in Crete, little boxes on four skinny legs,
Barbara Hamby
To a High Aircraft | Palazzo Maldura
While now by slow degrees
Karl Kirchwey
The Death of Erik Satie
The arches aspire to points
Ron Slate
Passing Royalty and Dostadning: Beginner’s Translation
I’m sorry I didn’t comprehend sooner how threatening
Patricia Clark
from THE CITY OF PARIS HAS YOU IN MIND TONIGHT
When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
Deborah Landau
WINDOWS (after Baudelaire)
You never see as much in an open window as you will looking at it when it’s closed.
J.T. Barbarese
Hanger
You needed one
Tara Skurtu
The Rehearsal
At our first duo rehearsal—Bach’s B-
Lloyd Schwartz
Two Fat Braids Crossed at the Crown
Mishearing you holding out the gadget plug,
Arielle Greenberg
From AfterTalk
Dumuzi spoke: “My sister, I would go with you to my garden
Chard deNiord
Essay with a Grain of Salt
Salt on black silk
James Richardson
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