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Rain Sonnets
When the bear finally arrives, he’s starving. He wants whatever’s in my little blue basket, the Tupperware and the
Jules Gibbs
Pandemic Fugue
These are the skies of my childhood
Jody Bolz
The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
A Girl Who Doesn’t Believe in Myths & I Have No One With Whom I Can Spit Toothpaste At Turns Into The Sink
we went to the prophetess
Radmila Petrović
Two Golden Shovels Tada Chimako and Issa
What more about summer
Kimiko Hahn
Uplight
The uplight is where I want to be, above and looking, and looking over.
Leah Umansky
Toys
Your toys, my child, hold them dear,
Abraham Sutzkever
Embryo
All morning, pitting the apricots
Gemma Gorga
Fret Not
Opening the door for the first time since
Molly Peacock
Old Man Swimming
When the Old Man of the Sea shapeshifting on the bottom
Tom Sleigh
How the West Was Won and Crack in the World
Build a garage on the roof
Fortunato Salazar
Unfinished Business
Cleaning up, in the kitchen, she goes to wipe away a small black seed from the counter.
Lydia Davis
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