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I Like to Tuck a Leaf
of some bright hue, say burgundy mauve,
Patricia Clark
Mid-March
If, when I sit here in my study
Stewart Moss
Mindfulness Training in La Jolla
That summer of Pokémon-go,
Carol Moldaw
THE INSURGENCY OF TEARS IS TO ERADICATE SADNESS AND HOLD JOY AS CLOSE AS THE MOON
Mike’s at The Whitney.
Matthew Lippman
Picking Prunes and The Majestic Theatre
From the ground up is how you rise
D.A. Powell
Quickies in Widowhood with three instances of laughter (one not narrated), two instances of crying
Amid the whiteness of cheeses, corn puffs,
Daisy Fried
The One Crying in English Class
From time to time, I still get angry
Freesia McKee
Cling of the World
What could it mean
Annie Kantar
While
While we were kissing that year, the icebergs were sleeping,
Paul Hoover
The Podium
He is bilious, potty-mouthed, at once puffy and rachitic. He sways, eyes red and rheumy as September strawberries.
D. Nurkse
Sullen Art
Someone will write a poem called Charlottesville,
Kim Addonizio
Wolf Wine Bar
Two years ago, maybe even two and a half
Natalka Bilotserkivets
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