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Jukkasjärvi, Sweden | Hämeenkyrö, Finland
It flew like a little bird
Mark Wunderlich
Jug
Colors, we go way back.
Hoyt Rogers
Judith Beheading Holofernes
No one ever read the
Book of Judith
to a slave—
Ellen June Wright
Joy
Even when the gods have driven you
Dorianne Laux
Joy
After you say my beauty
Jehanne Dubrow
JOURNAL, OR STORY WITHOUT WORDS
And I follow the hand copying what it had written years ago
Brian Swann
Joint Effort
Let the hunchback lie hump down
Amit Majmudar
JIGSAW
Where in the world does it fit
Clare Rossini
Jerry Garcia in a Somerville Parking Lot
Past midnight, a man in his late 60s, tall, with long
Lloyd Schwartz
Jerez translated from Spanish by Susan Ayres
Perhaps his hand was not so cold
Elsa Cross
January in West Texas
Once, I preferred nights. How they arrived one tied to the next like silk scarves, knots of daylight between them. I
Chloe Honum
January and The Marrow
Greetings from the first darkness,
Elaine Equi
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