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Poetry

What Was Lost

Robert Russell

Only one night we watchedthe full moon remember the tops of the trees,

How I Met Pablo Neruda

Estella Lauter

It was by accident.Walking in Mexico CityI saw a poster about a reading

Class Reunion

Susan Vollmer

the men are all heavier and balder

Another First

After the first period,the first bra,your hand heldfor the first time,

Poetry

Glazier of My Heart

CX Dillhunt

Teach me again how to hold glass. I have forgotten the gentle touch of your words.

Remind me how glass is like a river, how to slide the cutter along the line we've made together, having measured twice.

however mother the morning always from the mind, how every glamour misrecords the ripening with munitions, first to do the work of others, however our colleagues arpeggiate the palace we have always loved

Poem in Advance of Witty Repartee

Jeremy Behreandt

with kelly it is estuary, almost a carmen sandiego kindof wariness, cloistered if not unrelenting, a heat that hardens to the point of the spear. one could almost agree to the ural mountains