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Block Party
Start Me Up! was what started it--Monica Litzkus from up
David Huddle
LONG AFTER HE IS GONE | LAST OFFER
All the summer’s night
Pamela Alexander
Volumes
Certain mornings you can catch the sound
Jane Satterfield
Vesper
The sky is blue for reasons other than atmospheric ones.
Chard deNiord
Ode to My Dap
Soon as I get my dap down
Partridge Boswell
THE SACRIFICE | BROWNACRE
nothing but blue
Monica Youn
ON EVERY HAND A GREAT PLAIN By Henry Israeli
Two bears tearing at a tent
Henry Israeli
The Wars Between the Wars Between the Borders that Were Not There
You had to know how bad the Nazis were
Cecilia Woloch
David
we wait in an arc with flashlights
Marilyn A. Johnson
And
And
Keith Waldrop
Judith Beheading Holofernes
No one ever read the
Book of Judith
to a slave—
Ellen June Wright
The Little Engine
He is not an engine that could. Busted up, broken and backward, call him “fucked-up,”
Rebecca Cook
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