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Fret Not
Opening the door for the first time since
Molly Peacock
Snow, an essay and The Day After the Day Without a Yesterday
Or, the winter I kept being turned into a pillar of salt.
Nicole Callihan
To Anything at All
Our father who is neither ours nor a father but farther and nearer,
William Olsen
Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
Paradise
Our little vacation town in Spain is packed. The driving, slow. Things have changed
Denise Duhamel
Three Poems
Our lives are so brief, she says,
D. Nurkse
Last Day in Coldwater
Our phone died due to lack
Jim Daniels
New Math
Out of the place I knew,
Rachel Hadas
Urban Renewal
Outside my window, a brutal winter burn has curled
Major Jackson
The Angels’ Share and Poem Without a Title
Over distilleries’ rooftops, angels tipple
Jane Zwart
One poem from “claus and the scorpion”
over lara and among the laras that inhabit lara
Lara Dopazo Ruibal
Grave
Over the grave the bird will
Kuno Raeber
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