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A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
Visiting Gertrude Stein in Père-Lachaise
Her stone is not the largest.
Diane Louie
A Woman in Damascus That Year | While She’s Asleep In Baghdad
Her soul’s in my hand and she knows I’m there
Ghassan Zaqtan
A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist and Take The Body From The Ground
Her clothing says Old Europe
Joshua Mensch
Two poems by Tomasz Różycki translated from Polish by Mira Rosenthal
Hello? If you can hear me, give a sign, a call,
Tomasz Różycki
What Almost Killed You
Hello, my name is a long drive home from the bar
Bill Stratton
In a Valley & Theorems of Reason
Hello to the theorems of reason, hidden
Phillis Levin
Miss Favour, or Dear rsmith@gmail.org
Hello Dearest, My name is Miss Favour,
R.T. Smith
From “Underworlds”
Hell of an exit,
Kimberly Johnson
Fidelity
Heaven-selvage, twilight eyelet opened
Kimberly Johnson
Three Poems
Heat, filthy, gut-sick heat in my city’s cobblestone streets.
Teresa Cader
A Brief Portfolio: Heaney in an Irish Pub & Other Poems
Heaney in an Irish Pub, Washington, DC, Hunger, In the Bishop's Garden: Hide and Seek and Lost in China
Sandy Solomon
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