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Bleeding Hearts
They do not fit their given name. They glow
Stephanie Burt
On Friendship, Haiku, Lust, and Blame
Eye of hurricane,
David Lehman
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Hungarian Lesson and Snow Rapture
In Hungary, you know something like the palm of your hand,
J. Allyn Rosser
Four Square and Enthralled
Mornings I’m grateful to my nightly self
Charles O. Hartman
The Neighbor’s War and Walking Backwards
Through my kitchen window I can watch
Maura Stanton
What We Work At | Look to the Side
What we work at
Lorenzo Calogero
Sestina for an Idiom
I was fifteen and all fights with my father ended
Sadaf Halai
The Triumphs of 1974 & A Self-Guided Tour of Machu Picchu, OR Please, Sir/Madam, Step Away from the Edge of the Abyss
Moneyless, we moved to Cali,
John Wall Barger
Picasso & Dora Maar (1942)
Four decades I have lived among the French
Campbell McGrath
Alexandru (1904 – 1984)
You cross the hill by wagon to Românești. Airplanes stretch ropes of milk in our way not unlike the wire you’d
Moni Stanila
July Saturday Night
Now I’m going to walk downtown to Cape Tip Sportswear
Gail Mazur
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