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The Good Hand
Often, without warning, my left hand
Julie Bruck
Turn Back
Intergenerational sex is a trend, Jeannine said.
Marilyn Kallet
Poems translated from Romanian by Monica Cure
Adila watches as evening falls
Adela Greceanu
The Last Few Feet
And so the thyme fell and spilled a neat pile
John A. Nieves
Little Pea: A Brief Portfolio
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t write about my past.
Nin Andrews
The Insurgency of Tears is to Eradicate Sadness and Hold Joy as Close as the Moon
Mike’s at The Whitney.
Matthew Lippman
Letter to a Young Orgasm | Elegy for the Last Orgasm | The Orgasm and the Magic Maid
How could she not cry out when you pressed her to your flesh?
Nin Andrews
Glimmer Train | Strike-Slip
Redwinged blackbirds in the cattail pond—
Arthur Sze
Three Poems
After we moved to Tiny Town, Mom started selling huge Egyptian harps that were larger than the tiny houses.
Jeff Friedman and Meg Pokrass
The Sailor’s Love Song and Irish Whiskey
When I was young I burned to be
Peter Meinke
Albatross
Driving toward
Karina Borowicz
Market Day
Python belt on my jeans.
Jo-Ann Mort
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