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Nude with Pebbles
Flowers fall. And I noticed
Ralph Angel
She Painted Artichokes
You had nothing to say so you painted some splendid artichokes
Emmanuel Moses
Alone at the New Year
An instant of awe, then, afterwards,
Donald Revell
By the Numbers
The number of times intuition told me I had dodge
Nicole Caruso Garcia
Destinations
Why is it that the memory my mind chose
Jo-Ann Mort
Paean for the Players
The pale actor’s mouth
April Bernard
The Conversations I Remember Most | As A Hammer Speaks to a Nail
The way a sweet cake wants
Jane Hirshfield
Poetry: A Mirror, a Pencil and an Envelope. Seven Minutes with D. Nurkse and Nancy Mitchell
In this candid interview, D. Nurkse reflects on a long life in poetry and political activism
D. Nurkse
Poem With A Ghost Town
I am the town that everyone left
Cynthia Atkins
Three Poems Translated by Brian Henry
I’m not my own bacterium,
Tomaž Šalamun
How Sad
Their kisses were bitterly thin,
Martha Rhodes
Last Day in Coldwater
Our phone died due to lack
Jim Daniels
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