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At the perennial exchange
At the perennial exchange, you will swap half a hosta
Jane Zwart
In Memory
I remember the night my father died
Floyd Skloot
A Brief Portfolio
Theatre people who know suppose them to bring good luck.
Stephanie Burt and Mara Hampson
Oak | Installation
I sat at it, a good table—one of a number
Dore Kiesselbach
Georges de la Tour! Georges de la Tour! | Metka | The Cross
I see how you climb!
Tomaž Šalamun
The Poet in a Streetcar & The Sunflower of Rio de Onor
Suddenly with another year fallen away
Ruy Belo
We Lay Our Fear in a Wicker Basket
Too drunk, walking around
Aaron Coleman
Repair
In this, our chapter on enamelware
Greg Sendi
Once I loved an opera singer from Spain
for 15 days, maybe 20.
Karen Paul Holmes
Raccoon in a Trap
The kidskin of his clever paws
Mark Wunderlich
Until Recently I Had Believed In Something Like Lack | Until Only Last Week I Hadn’t Thought
Until recently I had believed in something like lack
Edward Mayes
Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears
A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
Margo Berdeshevsky
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