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Inauguration Day
Yes, like thousands of joyful poets today
Maura Stanton
Anthropocene
Nesting, the turtle seems to be crying even though she is simply
Nomi Stone
Happiness on Earth
Especially if you were waking
Stephen Ackerman
Poem for Shang Qin
I’ve been digging my way toward you since the day I was born. I watch the
Christopher Kennedy
Visitor’s Coming
I’ve laid out
Karl Krolow
Without You
I was doing just fine, a job, a home,
Timothy Liu
flail, snap, struggle & These Long Afternoons
strangle, some eaten out by an infestation
Jill Bialosky
REVENANT
Salt and sour bait
Tara Skurtu
Rome/Glasgow: Early March
Our favorite time to visit—cool air for all-day walking, in
Ron Smith
That ancient Egyptian poem
Carved on a pillar—
Gregory Orr
What’s Real? | Is Nothing Sacred Anymore?
This question didn’t much interest me
David Huddle
Two poems by Adélia Prado (from
Miserere
) translated from Brazilian Portuguese by Ellen Doré Watson
On what might be called a street,
Adélia Prado
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