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The Mirror
We dream of two dragons
Norman Dubie
On Delta Flight #2164 From JFK
I'm headed home from a stint at Long Island's
Wendy Barker
The Day
Day I didn’t blink and the day was gone.
Thomas Lux
Two poems by Adélia Prado (from
Miserere
) translated from Brazilian Portuguese by Ellen Doré Watson
On what might be called a street,
Adélia Prado
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
The Doorway | Wants
Two things she wanted among the left-behinds when her parents moved
Susan Eisenberg
December, First Frost
A small green house sits beside the highway, darkening in maple shade.
David Bottoms
safe / harbor / rehab
you said your eyes
Fred Marchant
Norumbega Park
They used to say the name was Viking
Scott Harney
DEATH MARCH
Carry her the way it has to hurt:
Terese Svoboda
Elegy
The floor is littered with clothes I once wore
Emily Fragos
Dear Lucinda Williams and Dear Jules
A power in proximity to terror, the lower middle-class sublime of a car’s back seat,
Bruce Smith
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