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POSTCARD
always the dark body hewn asunder; always
Brionne Janae
Travel Light
By all means take my suitcase, which now again
Pia Tafdrup
Tolstoi Learned to Ride a Bike at an Age When Most of Us Cash in Chips by Annette Barnes & Stuart Friebert
There we were, watching the parade, while he climbed up
Annette Barnes
when it is time
you pass that bridge
Dong Li
I Offer This Container
Monkeys of fresh rage born again—
Jeffrey Skinner
Anatomy of Late
It looks like a fox, when it’s sleeping. No, its body
Sally Rosen Kindred
Refugee & Existential
I read the Spanish for any clue,
Christopher Buckley
Imagined Corners
At the corner where the transept cuts the nave,
Christina Pugh
Twelve Wings & Mother of the Holy Hope
It was difficult to get a nurse.
Kelle Groom
Story of My Species
first she was in the ocean
Zhao Lihua
Ferns | Cycle
Wind thrums
Linda Pastan
Three Poems
You suckered me, Legs—
Dzvinia Orlowsky
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