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The gift of putting something down…
The gift of putting something down, he had yet to discover it--letting it slide from his grip.
Stephen Dobyns
Dead Tree in the Back Yard & Gait
You aren’t mine. A lot line
Charles O. Hartman
Three Poems translated from Ukrainian by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky
Names dangle in the streets, names
Lesyk Panasiuk
A WOMAN I KNEW ATE FIRE FOR BREAKFAST
And the light would tattoo itself across her mouth
Susan Rich
Want
How do I want you? Let me count the ways.
Troy Jollimore
The Transit Hall on Pier 86
They say there’s a place in the brain for faces
Hilde Weisert
A Brief Portfolio
I said goodbye to a friend who left a hole filled
Bruce Bond
Two poems translated from Spanish by Charlotte Stretch
Pasamos delante de las ruinas
Samuel Espinosa Mómox
It’s 3 A.M., Winter, and Nine Miles from Truckee
and nobody better than I to tell you about
Suzanne Lummis
Hellebore | The Way of Books
Lord, I am all
Mary Ruefle
Cassandra
Some days I could go quietly into the spot where
Sasha West
Two Poems
You’d think somebody would’ve put those six
Ron Smith
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