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Copper Beech
Because it had been, quite literally,
Elaine Sexton
Bunch of Asparagus and Asparagus
Bundle on a wet bed
Daniel Bosch
Two Poems
If this gray house where I live, house
Martha Collins
small town saxaphone
men in rain, thin and fine halos of hair,
Zhu Zhu
WORDS IN THE WOODS
All the words that have been spoken here
Alberto Rios
Two Exhausted Bodies
My insides are a flooded field. Though the field outside is larger and I have played there, laid
Xoşman Qado
Cigar Box Banjo
Blind Willie Johnson could coax
Kim Addonizio
Oloid and Pareidolia
Saturday, awake to the raw April outside. A dream that was on my tongue is gone with a swallow.
Jennifer Martelli
Embryo
All morning, pitting the apricots
Gemma Gorga
Elegy for My Grandmother in the Form of a Cactus
The way each linked lobe of your cactus swallows all
Julia Bouwsma
Two poems by Muyaka bin Haji, (1776—1840)
When she lays eggs, they’re not nurtured even if brooding them succeeds.
Muyaka bin Haji
flail, snap, struggle & These Long Afternoons
strangle, some eaten out by an infestation
Jill Bialosky
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