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The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
POSTSCRIPT
You’re wasting time. Your lilac needs pruning. By the shed,
Teresa Cader
The Other Hemisphere & Like California
It shut us up, the new, dumbed us
Judy Katz
Because What Else Could I Do
I alone in a restaurant
Martha Collins
Qinghai and Tengchong
a prayer flag rolls around a heap of round stones
Song Lin
Two Poems translated by Ryan Bruno
This is the moles' heaven.
Bruno Montané Krebs
Archaeologists
Archaeologists found
Hoyt Rogers
From Toying
Like Tiny Tears
Kimiko Hahn
Shot | Total Eclipse
Don’t be distracted by
Joseph Campana
To Fire
In my backyard, huddled over my magnifying
Lance Larsen
Fold
I pet my pet, I fear my fear, I torment my torment, I wear my wear, I tear my tear, I
Charles Bernstein
Standing in a Field
what I saw
Marilyn A. Johnson
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