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White Gauze Curtains
in them we see
Mary Mackey
The Bahá’í School
It stood at the top of a steep hill that sloped all the way down to the Pisquataqua River, which even then I knew was tidal.
Lindsay Stuart Hill
Like Warm Ice Cubes
A father is like warm
Bruce Beasley
from Landscapes on a Train
There once was a church. There once was a steeple. These things fall into
Cole Swensen
Q&A for Keyhole and Mammogram Hair
After my reading to high school students
Jill McDonough
Muxica
The border fence,
Alberto Rios
Lag sol time
Please are the big good door, no one is so did it anymore will be to period. No: only if he’d sown wheat in a set fiche
Pierre Joris
A Brief Portfolio
Midlife, midsummer, and an infatuation
Heather Treseler
Two poems translated from the Ukrainian by Jessica Zychowicz & Cecilia Woloch
As I was exiting with the baby stroller
Vasyl Lozynsky
From Night, by Ennio Moltedo, translated from Spanish by Marguerite Feitlowitz
Can we go on like this?
Ennio Moltedo
Strength
After the storm
Hélène Cardona
Before and Rain
Sweatpants balled up where his legs would be,
Jennifer Grotz
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