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Night Rising
Silence falls in tiny waves, women shutting
Afaa Michael Weaver
Translation
Food is a door you have to open
Leslie Adrienne Miller
3:14 PM
This blue pen I am holding
Matthew Zapruder
Whose Sky, Between | Rape of America. So, it appears
A name that meant sound of an owl’s hard fall, another day of blood gunned to al
Margo Berdeshevsky
flail, snap, struggle & These Long Afternoons
strangle, some eaten out by an infestation
Jill Bialosky
PASTORAL
The circle lies unbroken, and the lord is by and by.
Sarah Estes
Duet
Their quest--what does the human body mean?--
David Huddle
My Fjord | Someone Else’s Someone Else
I will sail through my own fjord and I will name the fjord My Fjord.
Lee Upton
The Lost Explorers
Give me the lost explorers, the last-seens,
Grace Schulman
Poem with Ginger in it
This rough hooked lump, this botched
Amit Majmudar
Lapse
I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer. I
Dorianne Laux
It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee
and nobody better than I to tell you about
Suzanne Lummis
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