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Brothers
Who eats with a jaw half-cranked with counterweight
Laura Kolbe
Two Poems
My old man praised himself for not being
Marc Vincenz
January and The Marrow
Greetings from the first darkness,
Elaine Equi
A Different Origin
When the snake in Eden approached Eve
Ani Gjika
The Beautiful Hand
Not a word.
Laura Kasischke
Wild Yeast & Kiss and Tell
What color is Shakespeare?
Cherene Sherrard
Bad Line in a Bad Paragraph
Where "grab a bite"
Lia Purpura
CALLING BACK | CHARITY
My daughter sings in snow falling through the scent of red oak or ash, some of the flakes large enough to contain passages from Emily Dickinson’s letters.
Steven Cramer
Focus
The point at which
Rae Armantrout
Tenderly
I see how you climb!
Sandra McPherson
High Finance
You looked up and saw across the field
Sophie Cabot Black
An Intimate Moment of Protestant Despair Witnessed on the Four O’ Clock Train
He put down his Wall Street Journal,
Tony Hoagland
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