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Once We Were
once we were immigrants
Martha Collins
Acne
And I’d see it that way, the word, all
Patrick Whitfill
But-cept
I recall not wanting my oldest son
Sydney Lea
The Shell
When I picked it up from the sand
J. Allyn Rosser
To a Soldier in Ukraine
A soldier must know three things—
Garrett Hongo
Oloid and Pareidolia
Saturday, awake to the raw April outside. A dream that was on my tongue is gone with a swallow.
Jennifer Martelli
A Brief Portfolio
Not built to just do it
Lia Purpura
Stone Arabia
The horses bisect the field
Mark Wunderlich
Mindfulness Training in La Jolla
That summer of Pokémon-go,
Carol Moldaw
Ars Poetica, with Cow
She went back to look at the beast, which lay immobile except for one eye watching the girl who stood helpless beside
Maureen Seaton
What If a House Could Draw its Own Blueprints? and The Decision
The house grows wild, floats
Susan Rich
A Nocturnal Upon Saint Charles Yeager’s Day
Here comes that sonic boom
Kimberly Johnson
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