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January
by John Freeman
It’s how the mind feels these days, you say, and we sit with this.
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Light as Imagined through a Body of Ice
by Keith S. Wilson
An expansion into light, or we could have been, or were for a moment.
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Long Run
by Richard Quigley
Each evening spent guessing which hemisphere the moon might wreck.
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Love Song Full of Holes
by Kristina Bicher
let me fall through some small bore into your tiny breathing eden
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Man with Record for Longest Fingernails Grows Too Old to Care for Himself
by Frank Giampietro
You won’t allow me to play with your baby, nor come live in your home.
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Metaphor for My Daughter’s Birth
by Frank Giampietro
Frank Giampietro
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Metaphor for My Son’s Birth
by Frank Giampietro
Frank Giampietro
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Marriage as Light Socket
by Nicole Cooley
To keep the baby safe, we sealed the house as if against bad weather.
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Marriage as Rock Quarry
by Nicole Cooley
We’re phosphorus, we’re this glowing rock under UV light in the mineral shed.
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Memory of a Season
by Henry Brooks
The current looked cold and brown. It would freeze soon—November.
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Mother Cardinal Rhyme
by Cecily Parks
Cheer and cheer and cheer she sings a song on nesting wings.
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Mox, Nox: Night, Shortly
by David Grubin
The truth has always been thus and the response the same.
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My Grandmother
by Patrick Phillips
Someday you’ll understand, darling. Everyone will just—vanish!
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Narrative
by Madeleine Cravens
In my sister’s memory, an old woman chased after the oranges.
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New Year
by Michael McGriff
The grass is defiant, wild, and reluctant to take any shape.
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Relatives of the Dead
by Michael McGriff
The dead man’s suit coat
 is a good fit through the shoulders.
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No Apples, No Clover, No Hay, No Grass, No Carrots, No Maize, No Alfalfa, No Linseed, No Deep Bag of Oats
by Willa Carroll
Just sugar cubes and a crop for you. Salt licks to smart the tongue.
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Old-Time Religion
by Christopher Warner
I light fires in the dark wake of space where you have tarried. Or died.
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Priest Lake
by Christopher Warner
Oar blades, vast swirls of cirrus at dawn. The dead move within us.
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On Privacy
by C. D. Wright
He pretended he was in his boat, his cellmate’s flushing, Arctic Ocean.
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One
by Laurie Saurborn Young
Laurie Saurborn Young
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One Whose Soul the Titan Has Fashioned
by L. S. Klatt
You are with outsized footnotes that have tracked across the Internet.
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Out Pruning
by Robert Hedin
In the garden this morning, I thought for a moment I saw T’ao Ch’ien.
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Paintings of Flowers by Morris Graves
by Katy Gurin
For years I thought this light was love, or God, but now I know it’s fear.
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Perichoresis
by Will Brewbaker
This belief. This clinging-to. Vanity. Like painting the wind’s back.
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Photo Found on a Dead Man’s Phone
by Michael Shewmaker
A field. No clouds. Tall grasses bend toward the foreground.
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Prayer
by Ellen Bass
I’m tired of the song the rain sings in June, the chorus of hope.
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Quasar
by James Richardson
How did the light take forty years to work its way across that room.
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Red
by Shangyang Fang
I halt and watch a monk, under plum boughs, sweeping flitting shreds.
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Salt Lick
by George David Clark
Salt lick inquest skill-step stalks. All flit, vanish: footfall’s fault.