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Three Poems
These dead again and again
Simon Perchik
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Three poems by Li Suo translated from Chinese by Lucas Klein and Henry Zhang
the cemetery east of river bank road
Li Suo
Three Fascinations
to wake to an alarm
Carol Moldaw
Ubi Sunt
In the bottom left corner of Pennsylvania,
Joseph Bathanti
Chaja-Lea Returns
This is where we were
Eric Odynocki
Threnody and Sylvia Plath
The train coach, Jean—empty except for you,
David Wojahn
Leave It Lay Where Jesus Flung It
What a colossal wrong fall she took—that mastodon caught
Jane Springer
Sequoia
Immune to lightning and Arctic cold,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
I’m Nothing
close to a Zen scholar,
Christopher Buckley
Three Poems
Our lives are so brief, she says,
D. Nurkse
Uncle
Here is the man who tells you
Peter Campion
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