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Endecasyllabics: About the Women (Alma, Ruthie)
The lion-maned poet holds court on our blue
Carolyne Wright
Approximations
Waking up in a borrowed room, in a body
Oksana Maksymchuk
Don’t Bum Out the Musicians
At St. Paul’s church, the musicians have heard it all.
Cornelius Eady
Two Poems translated from Romanian by Monica Cure
In the first three days I heard my mother
Dan Sociu
Sieverts and Joules | Plate 136 Butter Lamp With Moths
Maybe there’s a new way to be nuclear, not using rods with their troublesome impermanent cladding, their
Sally Ball
Riding the Metro-North New Haven Line and Black Mountain Music
The question is what kind of sausage are they—
David Blair
Sign Language I & II translated by Kareem Abu-Zeid
It’s not that I
Olivia Elias
LEONTES
Elusive, but only sweetened by
Donald Revell
What if Cat Stevens was a dog person? | Thus, always to tryrants | The Seamstress
Someone offered me an olive branch
Steve Castro
The Drowned and the Saved
If all of us were to try to kill ourselves at least once, then all of us would know nothing more than that: which is why
Tom Sleigh
Shoulder
She flies south to visit me
Chelsea Wagenaar
The homeless roamer translated from Dutch by Arno Bohlmeijer
Someone says I don’t know and the whole
Hester Knibbe
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