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I pet my pet, I fear my fear, I torment my torment, I wear my wear, I tear my tear, I
Charles Bernstein
FOLDED WING | Pig, a sequel | Ode to Solitude
The wrist and the leg are the test: flexible,
Margo Berdeshevsky
Football & the English Language
My first year as high school coach, five points
Ron Smith
For a Theophoric Figure
Strange how first things dawn on us
Peter Cole
For D, reading poems
When I was a kid, only a flu could buy me
Jane Zwart
FOR MATS AND LAILA
The Date Line lies motionless between Samoa and Tonga, but the Midnight Line glides across the ocean and islands and rooftops of huts.
Tomas Tranströmer
For Michael Gottlieb
All this time me on he leadéd
Charles Bernstein
For Night to Fall
You could tell from the start that the best
Carl Phillips
For the Child Molester
Let him sleep right through it—
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
For the Dead Union
After summer rain, the old-growth forest
Christopher Bakken
For Those Whose Lives Have Seen Themselves
Welcome all who have traveled the long road
Stewart Moss
For Your Eighteenth Birthday
Not a car nor papa’s advice.
Kenton Yee
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