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flail, snap, struggle & These Long Afternoons
strangle, some eaten out by an infestation
Jill Bialosky
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
Cold Front Coming
A crescent moon
Mary Spalding
Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea
O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything
Helen Bournas-Ney
Snake Church and Patience, with Bees
I’m Reverend Brody Coots
R.T. Smith
DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN
Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared
Elena Karina Byrne
Stonesuck
It’s of course tempting
Mark Everett Wittmer
Found placed against her upper right arm
A pin unpinned,
Ashley Mabbitt
Inner City Canal
This water tumbling over the canal locks
Michael Smith
The Unreturning, 2019
Suddenly cops crushed black citizens, hurled
Denise Duhamel
The Invention of Everyday Life
A few days later Pierre arrived.
Lawrence Raab
Exclusive Beautiful Grapheme War
history means touch, bodies
G.C. Waldrep
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