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The Central
When we were hungry and my mother was
J. Allyn Rosser
The Recognizable | Poem Beginning with a Line by C. Dale Young
Like when an irresistible force
Troy Jollimore
Old Lithographed Landscape & Woolgathering
A causeway wavers all the tilted days
Alexander Dickow
Fairy Tale
Would that squat toad, before my eyes,
William Wenthe
Arrow Boy
They see her as a genie in a pager.
Martha Serpas
Two Poems translated from Chinese by Steve Bradbury
The still object Kazuo Ohno caressed is already growing old
Wu Yu Hsuan
The Plum
A teacher I loved
Molly Peacock
Ode to Roadside Shrines
I first see you in Crete, little boxes on four skinny legs,
Barbara Hamby
Lush & Fair-Flung
You’re thinking of drunks,
Hailey Leithauser
Beipei, Low Water, Winter 1985
Li Ping is peeling
Andrea Lingenfelter
Plastic Bag Caught in a Tree
Some dark animal’s
Kevin Prufer
The Last Time I Saw My Mother Before the Pandemic, #Me Too & Ready
was on Valentine’s Day 2020. The residents who were able to sit up
Denise Duhamel
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