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The Barricade
The barricade measures two meters high and twelve meters wide
Dag T. Straumsvåg
Dear Meat
What's your point?
Andrei Codrescu
Zero Plus Anything is a World
Four less one is three.
Jane Hirshfield
Meditation on a Shower Rod at the Super 8
You and I are snake bit. Can we postpone?
Amanda Newell
The Neighbor’s War and Walking Backwards
Through my kitchen window I can watch
Maura Stanton
Ebbtide
He said one day when we are old, we—
Lynne Thompson
FIREFLIES
Evenings when the children
Jennifer O’Grady
Two Poems translated from Romanian by Monica Cure
In the first three days I heard my mother
Dan Sociu
Leprechaun
The old woman next door would appear in
Tara Skurtu
Anthropocene
Nesting, the turtle seems to be crying even though she is simply
Nomi Stone
SUNDAYS | ALONE
Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
Georges Rodenbach
Throne Verse
Two years of cinders built up in the hearth,
Patrick Donnelly
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