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The Public Servants and Amateur
To be delivered by a sad man standing in a single light.
Jason Waldrop
Bah!
It is well-past old hat and hurt
Stephen Todd Booker
Song a Year After My Mother’s Death
I allowed a small song
Carrie Etter
The Definition of Postmodernism & If
I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”
Nin Andrews
I Decided to Weigh My Head
Was it really as heavy as it felt?
John Brehm
Two Poems
The sky spills a certain sadness after sunset,
Paul Christiansen
Musée des Beaux Arts
Look at the science, already.
Virginia Konchan
Toshno
Marina is trying to describe Raskolnikov’s interior state
Barbara Hamby
Archaeologists
Archaeologists found
Hoyt Rogers
No use
On October 21, 1962, Sylvia Plath wrote one poem that became two.
Kathleen Ossip
Little Torch
First there was delight, delight in the windchimes,
Katie Ford
Two Poems
Save forever my words for the taste of a smoke and disaster,
Osip Mandelstam
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