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Is a Rose
O’Keefe’s opens in the troposphere, blooms like smoke.
Lisa Rosenberg
Two Poems | Kelli Russell Agodon
When you say no worries what you mean is,
Kelli Russell Agodon
Poems translated from Romanian by Monica Cure
Adila watches as evening falls
Adela Greceanu
Riddle
The chair is not far from the bed
Norman Dubie
ALL THE BOYS
my face is old now
Denise Duhamel
His Side
Easy now to stand on a bluff and see
Kelly Sievers
Chocolate on my new pajamas
Spun from a hundred cocoons
Nancy Mitchell
Ayotzinapa
We bite the shadow
David Huerta
Letter to Jed from Niebla
I’ll write you about being a stranger, as I am also
Jessica Greenbaum
But the Avant-Garde
did find ways to wear TV as clothing--the monitors,
Christina Pugh
Toys
Your toys, my child, hold them dear,
Abraham Sutzkever
Unfinished Business
Cleaning up, in the kitchen, she goes to wipe away a small black seed from the counter.
Lydia Davis
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