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Ghazal with Bread
how many summers apart from you, in search of bread
Gökçenur Ç
City Harbor
How often we come to a headland and a city opens,
Carol Frost
Snowfall, with Reconciliation
How old winter is. However much we stain
Jen Karetnick
GHAZAL 4
How sullen we’ve become in the belly of the empire;
Deema K. Shehabi
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Two poems from “The Mistaken Place of Things”
How to say hair
Gabriela Aguirre
Here at the Scene
How will I tell her particular tale
Robin Behn
August, Hinge
How would you describe these pandemic days,
Patricia Clark
Questions for Fruit Flies and The Habit of Longing
Humble as fruit flies may seem, they . . . engage in a host of complex behaviors
Jean Nordhaus
A Brief Portfolio of Selected Poems by Yves Bonnefoy translated by Hoyt Rogers
I admire the definition of poetry in Beasts, Men, and Gods, the inexhaustible book by Ossendowski.
Yves Bonnefoy
Swan Song
I admit. In the beginning
Alice Friman
Song a Year After My Mother’s Death
I allowed a small song
Carrie Etter
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