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Visiting Gertrude Stein in Père-Lachaise
Her stone is not the largest.
Diane Louie
Three Poems
I sat in the late day sun
Jessica Greenbaum
We Lay Our Fear in a Wicker Basket
Too drunk, walking around
Aaron Coleman
Two Poems
the way a kitchen’s dirty washcloth
Joyce Peseroff
Jukkasjärvi, Sweden | Hämeenkyrö, Finland
It flew like a little bird
Mark Wunderlich
Fado Tropical
O mundo do rio
Mary Mackey
Three Poems translated from Spanish by John R. Sesgo
Look at it right there
Karmelo C. Iribarren
Personal Life | I, Too, Arrived Here in the End | Godard
The universe is vast and boundless
Hsia Yü
Fable 7, 8 & 9
I knew a boy with swastikas on his sneakers. I never knew the story.
Bruce Bond
This Close and Gaza Aftermath
Little brother I have forgotten
Richard Hoffman
“The Walnut and Honey Cookies” translated from Romanian by Clara Burghelea
I am a Kurdish refugee who, for over a decade,
Ștefan Manasia
DELIBERATE AS THINKING IS THE RAIN
Stepping off the door lintel, down onto the grass as the day closed around us, grass, rising up inside its own squared
Elena Karina Byrne
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