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Poetry
Rebecca Rotert

I pull my wool sweater on over my nightgown

Poetry
Wally Swist

after Andre Breton

 

The chiaroscuro of nuance,

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Barry Ballard
Sometimes you can hear the moon before it ever rises, moaning from a recent conversation with the lapping secrets of an eastern sea.
Poetry
Paul Mariani

Down the precipitous switchbacks at eighty

Poetry
Bruce McBirney
A brownish-yellow V-shaped blur,
Poetry
Willie James King

We are spared nothing Yusef says