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Soul Mate
When I was a girl, I had a dirty soul.
Nin Andrews
Wartime Pantoum
Were the mountain women sold as slaves
Marilyn Hacker
ON HANDSHAKES
There are firm ones. Soft, almost boneless ones. Hardy/hearty ones. Two-handed ones, cocooning. Congratulatory
DeWitt Henry
Cling of the World
What could it mean
Annie Kantar
Stone Arabia
The horses bisect the field
Mark Wunderlich
Three Poems
I gave my mother
Clare Rossini
Call & Response
In this last
David Rivard
First Days at the Conservancy
I’m looking out the window—Paula’s window—
Carol Moldaw
Cigar Box Banjo
Blind Willie Johnson could coax
Kim Addonizio
“Dispatches from Terra Incognita”
Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.
Peter Johnson
A Story about the Bees
I still have the bees
Derek JG Williams
Small Scenes without Apology
Remember the daughters.
Lauren Camp
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