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SQUANDERED MOONS
Probes on TV tell the tale of their
Ricardo Pau-Llosa
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the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
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Kids learned to play
Andrea Cohen
Memorial Bench
Suzanne and Half Zantop loved sitting here—
Joyce Peseroff
Shame
Why did I want a Queen Conch shell
Sandy Solomon
Night Rising
Silence falls in tiny waves, women shutting
Afaa Michael Weaver
A Drone Over Amish Country
We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.
Brian Brodeur
When My Son Is Dead 14 Years
These are the years I bargain with God.
Alexis Rhone Fancher
Even the Gun Does Not Want to be a Gun
It denies the polish
Juan Felipe Herrera
Cataclysmic Paternity
There’s the you at birth and the you that’s taught and the you you concocted.
Daniel Meltz
Last Poem
Reader, today
Simon Armintage
Agnus Dei, Winslow Wants a Gun, Omega Street
The shearer’s come horse-back from Solo –
Joseph Bathanti
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