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Spit from the Universe Magnified
SIN. Lust in an exotic land. A
Charmaine Crockett
Close to now
I should have said from the beginning that I plant the black nasturtiums because they are the saddest
Zoë Ryder White
Cento for the Turn of the Year
Assume nothing. Take a position:
Rachel Hadas
Interrogations Update & Mythos
When will I see you again? I’ve asked the priests.
Peter Cooley
How It Is
Say how it is
Phillis Levin
The Morgue is Closed & Pélican Dans Sa Píeté
Any décor depresses when it shows
Martha Serpas
A Pittsburgh Bakery in Winter
Into Prantl’s, on Walnut Street,
Joseph Bathanti
Pandemic Fugue
These are the skies of my childhood
Jody Bolz
Geese
More dream now than memory, though memory is all it is: after an early dinner, I’m dropping them off at their
Alan Shapiro
Lobsters | Turkey Vultures
In the depths of the sea they will eat the sea and outgrow the world’s largest pot.
Brian Barker
Last Poem
Reader, today
Simon Armintage
Kabuki
A widow in Mississippi kept them in glass cases,
R.T. Smith
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