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The Dead, At Home,
snag on brush and low cactus.
Paul Nemser
Leaving the Big City
So afterward I sat by the bosphorus blue water and many dazzling
Peter Balakian
Breakfast, the most important poem
So far, pockets are good
Bob Hicok
A Demitasse of Extinction
So funny how that uncanny, unfunny man sought you out on a rainy day in Istanbul—you were in earshot of the bazaar and smoking a hookah, and, of course, it was Ramadan.
Marc Vincenz
Bear and the Crows
So many in the winter trees they caw
David Huddle
Better Than Heaven
So many set asides, you say, intemperate
Charlie Smith
the kitchen song
so strong a wind
Zhu Zhu
RETURN OF THE HERO
So they brought in a bird for him,
Brian Swann
South Hole
So worship fire.
G.C. Waldrep
80 Words for Rosmarie Waldrop at 80
sojourner
Charles Bernstein
Plastic Bag Caught in a Tree
Some dark animal’s
Kevin Prufer
Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
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