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Four Square and Enthralled
Mornings I’m grateful to my nightly self
Charles O. Hartman
Four Poems translated by Christopher Buckley
In the early morning the city is something else.
Ernesto Trejo
Four Poems
Unable to return from my ashes
Rolando Kattan
Four Poems
I don’t like it
Rae Armantrout
Four Poems
One was dicing an onion,
Ron Slate
Four Poems
A New Age friend called to say she was visualizing me bathed in a rose-colored, healing light.
Nin Andrews
Four From Delos
Saw the ring of her
Jeffrey Skinner
Four a.m. and 40 Years Later
Driving into my old city yesterday
Jessica Greenbaum
FOUNTAIN
Dogwood white knuckle it through January, February, March:
Kathy Fagan
Found Poem: “Swelling Anti-Asian Violence: Who Is Being Attacked Where,” NYT, April 3, 2021
Queens | A 47-year-old man and his 10-year-old son
Kimiko Hahn
Forced March
I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film
Susan Aizenberg
For Your Eighteenth Birthday
Not a car nor papa’s advice.
Kenton Yee
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