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Destinations
Why is it that the memory my mind chose
Jo-Ann Mort
A Drone Over Amish Country
We live in the past because there is nothing else to live in.
Brian Brodeur
Mangos | Talking Animals | Bringing Things Back From the Woods
We did not have mango trees back home on the prairies. The climate and soil conditions were not conducive to that
David Shumate
Jerez translated from Spanish by Susan Ayres
Perhaps his hand was not so cold
Elsa Cross
Two poems by Krystyna Lenkowska translated from Polish by Cecilia Woloch
When I was young
Krystyna Lenkowska
Two poems translated from the Ukrainian by Jessica Zychowicz & Cecilia Woloch
As I was exiting with the baby stroller
Vasyl Lozynsky
The Book of Before All This
They're retrieving what's retrievable.
Marianne Boruch
Stopping At Whole Foods on a Snowy Evening
If commerce, too, has its music, then it’s in kumquat, pine nut, Arctic char,
Ciaran Berry
Three Poems
Mud to your waist. Beside you, six men probing with broken
Lis Sanchez
Two Poems
I had a teacher in a fiction writing class
Jessica Greenbaum
Hogmanay, Edinburgh
Past the iron fence on Princes Street
Stewart Moss
Sharp Noises at Night
When I travel to the Midwest, trains
Marge Piercy
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