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Between the Bed and the Window
First, the light, which is always
Ron Slate
Between Poems | It Was | Było
Here in this moment before the perfect poem
Tadeusz Dziewanowski
Better Than Heaven
So many set asides, you say, intemperate
Charlie Smith
BETRAYAL—ORANGES AND APPLES | EEE EQUALS EMCEE SQUARED
I am a plastic tree, naturally
Arthur Vogelsang
Berlin
We see the public statues
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Bending Truth to Advantage
From Robert Lowell’s poem “Those Before Us,” these final lines: “Pardon them for existing.
Scott Withiam
Beipei, Low Water, Winter 1985
Li Ping is peeling
Andrea Lingenfelter
Beginning and Whatever Doesn’t Kill Your Mother Makes Her Stronger
One of the first days my mom’s in the ICU, I try to describe
Denise Duhamel
Before Things Got Bad
After the mayor closed all the parks
Jeffrey Harrison
Before They Came For Us | Civilian Exiting the Facilities | Table for Six
They met in the woods below our homes, brought their sawed-off shotguns and
Idra Novey
Before the rebirth | The harvest field | Song of love present
No flowers here
Andrée Chedid
Before Summer Rain
Then, out of the green of the grove,
Rainer Maria Rilke
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