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The Last Time I Saw My Mother Before the Pandemic, #Me Too & Ready
was on Valentine’s Day 2020. The residents who were able to sit up
Denise Duhamel
What Was Left Out
was the skirt my sister bought with the prize money
Elizabeth Weaver
Preludes and Fugues, Cycle C
Watch your cat leap up in fright and flee
Emmanuel Moses
August
Water and wind do it too
Jennifer Grotz
Ars Polis
way too human too fast way too boring too quick
Andrei Codrescu
Why I Hate Nudist Camps
Wayne had already flung off his t-shirt, pulled off his black Khakis to set up our tent—I can work faster if I'm naked
Dzvinia Orlowsky
05-08 | 07-03 | 07-24 Three from The Ringing of the Rain has a Forgiving Grace
We all become the raindrops’ filling in the blanks
Ye Mimi
The Easy Way to Stop Drinking
We are as flies in a pitcher plant,
Kim Addonizio
Taxidermy: A Translucent Love Poem
We are bound inside of the taxidermied falcon.
Julianna Baggott
The Sun Pours Forth & An American in Paris
We are in a garden among friends
Stephen Ackerman
CONGREGATION | AT LAST
We are six strangers gathered
Floyd Skloot
Ayotzinapa
We bite the shadow
David Huerta
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