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The Sun Pours Forth & An American in Paris
We are in a garden among friends
Stephen Ackerman
Back in the U.S.S.R
We weren’t the Beach Boys’ California girls,
Dzvinia Orlowsky
LIKE
No other sound like it.
Carol Muske-Dukes
Museling, a Pastoral
I’m reading a poem by a young woman,
Leonard Kress
This Close and Gaza Aftermath
Little brother I have forgotten
Richard Hoffman
BOTTOM FEEDER | DOUBLE TIME
Said he had some hard sledding to do.
Timothy Liu
It’s the stage of grief where [I become a transparent eyeball]
I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all.
Emily Skaja
BY THE MEADOWS OF HAY BALES
By the meadows of hay bales
Ira Sadoff
Two Poems
I had a teacher in a fiction writing class
Jessica Greenbaum
Aperol-Spritz | Padua
Across the river from the Grossmünster
Karl Kirchwey
A Few Estrogen Stories to Help Balance the Scales | Beasts of Burden
Imagine half a million Vietnamese up to their heinies slogging rice paddies for a year, and you have the salary of the
Lance Larsen
Cache
Here lies a hectic site, la Cité
Angie Estes
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