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REVENANT
Salt and sour bait
Tara Skurtu
Elegy for a Landscaper
The holes we find scraped out at the edge
Brendan Galvin
AFTERNOON AT THE METROPOLITAN, NYC
Against the mauve wall, a Flegel
Clare Rossini
Sullen Art
Someone will write a poem called Charlottesville,
Kim Addonizio
Powder
Yesterday I opened your pill box, and there
Mark Irwin
GETTING READY THE HOUSE | THEY ARE MOVING ALONG
My friend goes to visit his grave
Affonso Romano Sant’Anna
[The Porcupine Left Its Hovel]
The porcupine left its hovel
Muhammad Kijuma
From “The Last Letter of My Body”, translated from Russian by Anne O. Fisher
it’s winter here: the winter rains come, the roses bloom
Alex Averbuch
Moisei Fishbein translated from the Ukrainian by John Hennessy and Ostap Kin
During the war and for some time after the war
Moisei Fishbein
Approximations
Waking up in a borrowed room, in a body
Oksana Maksymchuk
Spell
Unlikely find in a thrift store’s back bin:
Hayden Saunier
Annunciation
I learned to hide the wings, almost immediately,
C Dale Young
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