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The Harrow Plow
Each spring it sank a little further down
Adam Tavel
Don’t Pick the Cherries Yet
Don’t pick the cherries yet—
Maya Sarishvili
Three Poems
His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...
Rachel Careau
Questions for Fruit Flies and The Habit of Longing
Humble as fruit flies may seem, they . . . engage in a host of complex behaviors
Jean Nordhaus
Horoscope and American Upanishad
Two hearts can charge the moment they meet,
Amit Majmudar
Three Poems
“Today we shall begin discussing Longinus’ treatise On the Sublime.”
David Dominguez
Without You
I was doing just fine, a job, a home,
Timothy Liu
Little Black Dress and Julia
Puddled at my feet or ruched
Julia Thacker
From Bajo la lluvia ajena (In Foreign Rain) by Juan Gelman, translated by Lisa Rose Bradford
On the tiers of experience.
Juan Gelman
Vocal
Outgrown, the prairie lot
Elisabeth Murawski
Electric Eyes of Night
Three lanterns fill your window with deception.
Alan Zhukovski
Of Course
If I wake at 3, ephemerality
Sydney Lea
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