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from Devil Mutant Child
Exactly the hair I wanted,
Thylias Moss
Embryo
All morning, pitting the apricots
Gemma Gorga
from The Violet Blood of the Amethyst
An exceptionally unhappy heart.
Louis Calaferte
Heisenberg’s Principle
Look. We’re somewhere
Christopher Buckley
Two Poems
I had a teacher in a fiction writing class
Jessica Greenbaum
PASTORAL
The circle lies unbroken, and the lord is by and by.
Sarah Estes
Government Center
Screeching right up to us through downtown Friday traffic.
Peter Campion
Cigar Box Banjo
Blind Willie Johnson could coax
Kim Addonizio
Dear Creature
Because of what I did
Jessica Cuello
Obit
At this beat-up plywood slab across the beat-up
Brian Swann
Writing Under the Influence of Me
It means I drop things, and I keep turning
Tony Hoagland
A God | A Poet | “Facesti come quei che va di notte…” | The Mocking of Ceres
Here lies a god who was obtuse, just like us.
Yves Bonnefoy
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