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Sea Otters, Missiles, Sardines
Sea otters sun themselves on harbor rocks,
Teresa Cader
Earthquake
The voices of self are ended. A sepia
Ruth Padel
Wait a Minute, It’s Simple
As I chewed thoughtful fruit breakfast
Arthur Vogelsang
Fold
I pet my pet, I fear my fear, I torment my torment, I wear my wear, I tear my tear, I
Charles Bernstein
Obit
At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up
Brian Swann
Indian River at Dusk
The first and only time I caught a sheephead
Tara Skurtu
On Contemplating a Sheep’s Skull
Skull aged so much in rain and heat,
John Kinsella
IS LIGHT ENOUGH ?
Who’s there? I can’t seem to make out anything or anyone. Is
Lloyd Schwartz
First Communion, forty-two and the unnamed
I shall sit here, on this bench,
Kristian Koželj
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
A Thin Membrane and For the New Parent
I knew she had a glass eye though she never spoke of it
Maria Dylan Himmelman
DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN
Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared
Elena Karina Byrne
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