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Family
None of my friends called their grandmother Nana.
Alan Shapiro
Remnant Tongue
I woke wounded
Marilyn A. Johnson
Which Makes Me, I Guess, the Muddy Colorado
What we learn from most pornography is
Patrick Donnelly
Three Poems
In the rainy sub-
Reginald Gibbons
Archaic Rayon Kamehameha
Blue eyes like dusty Santa Rosa plums,
Sandra McPherson
Resumé
Families shame you;
Kim Addonizio
Dark Enough
I found her long black coat
Dean Young
Snow and Minerals
Rouge. It’s not a rose, it’s rouge.
Tomaž Šalamun
ELEGY WITH FULL DRESS BLUES
Early in our marriage I would stand
Jehanne Dubrow
Circumference & Earthrise
Vanilla farmers in Madagascar sit in the dark with rifles;
Arthur Sze
Late Elegy for Charlotte
You were about to sail the Seine.
Lynn Emanuel
Mishap
At the soiree, a hot ticket zooms off with a hot potato into the toy
Bruce Cohen
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