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Glare
It just goes so fast,
Rae Armantrout
Three Poems and a Translation
In life I was chasing a deer. In sleep the deer
Mark Irwin
A Brief Portfolio
Both before and after our marriage,
Chase Twichell
The Labors of Psyche
Because I could not not-know any longer I held the lamp over him
Kazim Ali
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
Letter to a Cyclist and Early Spring
The cyclist who’s rushing for the usual gold
Guy Goffette
Halloween
No gazette ran the story,
J.T. Barbarese
Notes From Sick Rooms
Who really wants to be a caregiver?
Molly Peacock
Maria Dolores, Mother of Sorrows Quilts
She sewed them from the old
Natalia Treviño
Powder
Yesterday I opened your pill box, and there
Mark Irwin
LOVE HAS BIG TEETH | Route 140, Sixty Miles North of Winnemucca
You, in New Hampshire,
Tom Crawford
This Moment
You know when darkness seems to pour
Ron Smith
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