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Babel of Signs
Skirting the coast desperate for fresh food
Elizabeth Holmes
How Sad
Their kisses were bitterly thin,
Martha Rhodes
Mnemonic
Leaves in the eaves
Meghan O'Rourke
Photographs, 1949 | Retiree
In one, they pose, grinning straight at the Kodak,
Sydney Lea
Four From Delos
Saw the ring of her
Jeffrey Skinner
Echo (and Narcissus)
I saw it in midcentury
Christina Pugh
The Age of the Onion
The onion is a Book of Revelations, diced to proverb-size.
David Keplinger
Loosestrife
The cities changed hands. In the course
Donald Revell
Fox and Piñata
I saw my first movie
Andrea Cohen
What, Me?
When we’re in a car together I worry we’ll die and the world will lose its role models.
Maureen Seaton
Fish Belly Poem and a poem by Wang Yuyang translated by Arthur Sze
Dr. Xia Kejun said today:
Wang Jiaxin
Poet’s Walk, Central Park Mall
Shakespeare, Robert Burns, and Fitz-Greene Halleck
Grace Schulman
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