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EVERY MAP IS AN ISLAND
I turned away from the paper
Wayne Miller
HOUSEKEEPING: Frida’s Future Kiss
After the palm reader told her no man would ever claim her,
Lois P. Jones
When We Make Lifelines, the Universe Breathes a Little Easier
When night becomes heavy, I break a hole
Kelli Russell Agodon
Forced March
I remembered it wrong, the scene in the film
Susan Aizenberg
Three Poems
I sat in the late day sun
Jessica Greenbaum
A Place
As a foreigner, I wasted a lot of energy
Bob Hicok
Crucifixion
One minute he’s looking at you, full-size, in anguish,
Dore Kiesselbach
Ferns | Cycle
Wind thrums
Linda Pastan
END OF LIFE DISCUSSION
She speaks for him, her husband’s deepening
Rafael Campo
Why the Sphinx Likes Riddles and Episodic
What she did,
Rae Armantrout
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
MR. DARCY TALKS
Mr. Darcy talks to the same woman
Victoria Chang
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