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Amaryllis
Like the bell of an old Victrola,
Megan Marshall
Seven Minutes with Afaa Weaver and Nancy Mitchell
Were it not for his silver hair
Afaa Michael Weaver
Wraith
I never walk past that gate I don’t recall a rifle butt, two sharp yelps,
Davis McCombs
Before Things Got Bad
After the mayor closed all the parks
Jeffrey Harrison
It Will Start One Day
you know, it will start one day, the ebb
Dmitry Blizniuk
AN OTHER ROSE: FOR HENRI MICHAUX | FROM “ROSES: DEDICATIONS” | SINGING “ WITHOUT PEOPLE” | UNTITLED
There is an other rose – soul of my kith and kin!
Gennady Aygi
The Encounter
Drizzle and formless
Alice Friman
Where the Robins Took Me and Northern Flicker
Robins settle on the earth
Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Nesting & a triptych
At my parents’ house nothing is in boxes, nothing is packed.
Katie Moritz
DHIMITRI
He was a tall man on the edge of the couch
Ani Gjika
A Controlled Substance
My brother is late again, somehow the glass
Brendan Constantine
Bartosz Konstrat translated from Polish by Dawid Mobolaji
Suddenly: bam! The little boys rise from their knees, their teeth grow and begin to bite.
Bartosz Konstrat
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