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Disseminate
Plums to the Garden of Eden. Their flesh
Danielle DeTiberus
In the Vestibule
The in-between is queasy
Rachel Hadas
DOMINION HELD AND ALTERED BY CHILDREN
Feral children leave the inside screens
Bruce Smith
Reflection
I am a lion
Eliza Griswold
The Mystery
The mystery of our time
Alicia Ostriker
Two Poems
We were sitting and eating
Rachel Hadas
Untitled
it's harder to be patient when you're helpless
Ralph Angel
The End
Whatever is coming is the end, but not really.
Rebecca Lehmann
Fret Not
Opening the door for the first time since
Molly Peacock
The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
From a Bench at MOMA
Don’t wanna, don’t wanna,
Clare Rossini
SPUN | FUNNEL
As sadder than ever
Rae Armantrout

Disseminate