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Vita Nova
Born on the outskirts of the Romanian kingdom
Katia Kapovich
“Dispatches from Terra Incognita”
Saturday, cold as a witch’s you know what. I’m at the Lab to give a urine sample.
Peter Johnson
A VARIATION | MY MOTHER BEFORE SHE DIED | HART CRANE
Why ask to know, twin and neighbor,
William Louis-Dreyfus
Somebody’s Got My Hair | Cuffed
Somebody’s got my hair, I said to my lover, who stood in front of the mirror in a long white t-shirt brushing out her
Jeff Friedman
ON HANDSHAKES
There are firm ones. Soft, almost boneless ones. Hardy/hearty ones. Two-handed ones, cocooning. Congratulatory
DeWitt Henry
Blown Away
There’s something stuck in my throat, it might be the red-eyed
Maya Janson
Preludium
In The Odyssey,
Christina Davis
from Sleeping with Bashō
Growing out of clouds like a cedar tree—
David Trinidad
I Dreamed of Obama on the Night of His First Election
He stirred the coals of my dwindling campfire. We were alone. Blue tendrils of smoke punctuated the Mesozoic haze
Kathleen Flenniken
What is Unknown
When I tell her I’ve fallen for What Is Unknown, my mother’s face brightens. “She’ll be a good girlfriend for you,”
David Huddle
The Next Life and Windpowered
Sea fog drifting through the pines—
J.P. Dancing Bear
Jerry Garcia in a Somerville Parking Lot
Past midnight, a man in his late 60s, tall, with long
Lloyd Schwartz
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