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The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
Wooden Boards
My father carefully rolls his pant leg up, places his leg between two wide boards. He tells my mother to jump hard on
Dzvinia Orlowsky
Master Class
Demonstrate on mine, I say.
Annette Barnes
Sunday in Gdansk
In the Gdansk inner harbor
Jo-Ann Mort
Home
Those last days in Hollywood—
Dana Goodyear
Early Christianity: A Poem | Rome
OK, says James, let them keep their foreskins.
Ron Smith
Dear Meat
What's your point?
Andrei Codrescu
Pier
If the pier is two hundred and fifty words long, it is important
Carolyn Guinzio
take heed, hazard
what could it have been
nicole v basta
Locked Gate
On December 19, 1980
Susan Gardner
Elegy for a Young Garden
Shattered bricks, flayed sockets
Claire Malroux
Fragments of The Sacrificial World
Porpoises feed every morning in the shallows
Martha Serpas
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