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Poetry

A Supermarket in Pennsylvania

by Kathryn Elisa Ionata

I saw my old psychiatrist at Trader Joe’s,
sampling organic hand lotion.

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The Gardener

by William Hengst

Sometimes as he cuts back the spent blossoms
or lessens the height and girth of some shrub,
he sees himself cutting hair

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The Jetty

by Morrow Dowdle

With a lowball of Jack and fading ice
In one hand, he took me my by the other,
And without shoes on our feet,

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The Solitary Canoeist

by Grant Clauser

This red cliff above
Neshaminy, and a wind
left here by the fat
of winter

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Trails

by George Bishop

So she could cope with the guilt
she renamed the dog before taking it
to the pound

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