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The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
Valediction in Guatemala
We say goodbye in front
Susan Fuchtman
A Drone Over Amish Country
We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.
Brian Brodeur
Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue
The level of rose-scented lotion daily
Rachel Hadas
HOW IT IS WITH THE MEEK
They are pulverized into earth
Major Jackson
the primate hospital
I have raptured the oars.
G.C. Waldrep
And After the Ark
what was left behind was astounding:
Erika Meitner
SUNDAY LUNCH AT MOM’S COUSIN DINNIE’S: JUNE 1969 | “ELEGANT,” SHE SAID
I hadn't yet recovered from a concussive first year teaching ninth-grade English
Wendy Barker
Spectacle | Dear Bathtub | Freeway
Your eyewear and my eyewear,
Sherman Alexie
Three poems by Nadia Mifsud translated from Maltese by Miriam Calleja
abracadabresque this silence spreading sorrow
Nadia Mifsud
Loud Walk in Fall | Regret
There is something else
Lia Purpura
L’Heure Bleue
Who was the first to say darkness “falls”?
Barbara Ras
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