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Geology Lessons
I look back through the window of a Greyhound Bus
Susan Rich
Alex Averbuch translated from the Ukrainian by Oksana Maksymchuk and Max Rosochinsky
everything happened as in the early days of creation
Alex Averbuch
Spam Risk
It was always a risk.
Carol Muske-Dukes
My Polish and Another Poem
When I try to thank it, it shushes me. Then illuminates my way to the Exit.
Rick Hilles
The White Door and White Green Red Tree Stone Sun
I made an offering and left the shore.
Rachel Hadas
Fake Lemon Tree on a November Day in a Boat Depot in Chelsea
O lemon tree, how you emerge, distinct from everything
Helen Bournas-Ney
The Call |Palm
You and I, we have been here before.
Bruce Bond
Her Oceanography
A strand of algae leaves its rubbery
Harriet Levin
Deceiving the Gods
The old Jews rarely admitted good fortune.
Ellen Bass
Two Poems
A rectangular tray materializes, made
Sawnie Morris
South Hole
So worship fire.
G.C. Waldrep
july
The best thing about this month is not
Max Temmerman
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