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How Sad
Their kisses were bitterly thin,
Martha Rhodes
A Brief Portfolio
Theatre people who know suppose them to bring good luck.
Stephanie Burt and Mara Hampson
Bright in June Sun
The young man, kneeling at his mother’s tomb, lays red tulips there,
Mark Irwin
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
Lament Sunburns
The worst I got on a tar roof, mid-July with a bottle
Bradford Tice
An Occupation
The world will end in pink. Those clouds just above the horizon
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
The Gone and the Going Away
The world I know keeps going farther
Maurice Manning
Pick Me Up
the words love you, friend
Eleni Sikelianos
Voicegrass and Incantation…translated from the Swedish by Bradley Harmon
the word the night bore
Katarina Frostenson
Four Poems
The word for light is light
Olga Maslova
A Story of Mother Mary I Could Believe
The woman who was Mary knew things.
Nin Andrews
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