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Phoenix Hairpin Terrace
Yes Feng-huang plus three syllables
Karen An-hwei Lee
Shoulder
She flies south to visit me
Chelsea Wagenaar
The Caravaggio Room
Yuck, you heave in front of that sick boy
Ron Smith
Invitation to the Dance and Pieces of us Keep Breaking Off
In the summer of 1949, Jacques d’Amboise found himself in a clash with a bully
Carol Kner
Two Poems
I didn't know it then, but we were learning Italian...
Christopher Buckley
The Interview
Where is your wheel? Your bike-body? Sturdy-car-self?
Mary Buchinger
SUNDAYS | ALONE
Mournful Sunday afternoons in winter,
Georges Rodenbach
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
Unexceptional
Except we were in love, or so it seemed.
Rafael Campo
Weather Report
These white stripes of day achieve
Grace Cavalieri
Of The Heart, A Hymn & Interracial love affair ended by lynching of a man & let there be a song for zero
Your name is ash
Shamar Hill
My Girl
I was shopping for a castle.
Arthur Vogelsang
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