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Practically Home
Practically home holds no promise of arrival.
Diane K. Martin
Letter to a Cyclist and Early Spring
The cyclist who’s rushing for the usual gold
Guy Goffette
A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist and Take The Body From The Ground
Her clothing says Old Europe
Joshua Mensch
“October, and the sun burnishes”
October, and the sun burnishes the leaves so brightly you
Ralph Culver
I Can’t Tell If the Light Is Whispering “Loss” in My Ear or Imprinting Darkness on My Body
At the last house,
Chris Vasantkumar
Ode to Disarmament
I am fairly sure that the leafhopper
John Kinsella
Phoenix Hairpin Terrace
Yes Feng-huang plus three syllables
Karen An-hwei Lee
Acne
And I’d see it that way, the word, all
Patrick Whitfill
The Last Plume Poems
the year that is when Churchill begged
Stuart Friebert
What We Do with What We Are
I did not get better.
Elizabeth Metzger
Showering Behind the Zodiac’s Curtain
When blue hangs around me, I am
Diane Wakoski
Sicily, 1992
Etna’s lava shone against the gloom,
Sydney Lea
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