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Florida
Every beauty barbed, from the tiniest mites
Kimberly Johnson
Flight, Ours & A Burn So Bad It Requires Ice
We’re in bad, we’re in terrible, shape
Steven Cramer
flail, snap, struggle & These Long Afternoons
strangle, some eaten out by an infestation
Jill Bialosky
Five Poems
His Dublin sister, two sons,
Pamela Alexander
Five Per Page and Title covered in flies
Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.
Alexandria Peary
Five Orgasms after reading Lydia Davis
You are sleeping beside me, but I can’t sleep, not in this roadside hotel smelling of new carpet and cigarettes. It’s late.
Nin Andrews
FISHERMEN’S VILLAGE | VIA POLITICA
Squinty, salt-dusted windows gaze into the distance.
Luljeta Lleshanaku
FISHERMAN, 50 B.C.
What else would I do on the river
Benno Barnard
Fish Belly Poem and a poem by Wang Yuyang translated by Arthur Sze
Dr. Xia Kejun said today:
Wang Jiaxin
First Words
In the marriage booth at sleep-away camp,
Rebecca Michels
First Wedding
It was one of those days when not even the bland sun
Diane K. Martin
First Days at the Conservancy
I’m looking out the window—Paula’s window—
Carol Moldaw
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