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The Cocoon, I Started Slowly & Morning’s Only Yellow
Visiting my cousin’s church I found
Betsy Sholl
Two poems by Silvia Guerra, translated from Spanish by Jesse Lee Kercheval and Jeannine Marie Pitas
Pray gather me, Anemone
Silvia Guerra
More Nights Than Days and Turn It Up
At the end of my street, they cut the trees.
Kelle Groom
Visitor’s Coming
I’ve laid out
Karl Krolow
Cockatiel & View From Another Planet
Wild for it to end
Jane Craven
Butchering the Ram | James Cameron Descends into Lake Baikal
And while traveling the transcendental path of non-violence,
Amarsana Ulzytuev
DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN
Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared
Elena Karina Byrne
Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
Eclipse
November’s moon is in eclipse—
Jody Bolz
Charlotte
That was a malaise. We call that malaise.
Mark Dow
Leprechaun
The old woman next door would appear in
Tara Skurtu
Ode to the Google Maps Man
Gold-suited spaceman, terranaut,
Daniel Tobin
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