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So Glad She Didn’t Live to See It
What will it be, the thing they say
Mary Jo Salter
At sunset translated from Spanish by Paula J. Lambert
the dragonfly perches on the river waiting for a breeze
Juan Armando Rojas
In Which the Sea Rakes at My Window and Seemingly Unlike Me
and I wake rattled, as if to resist a long fall
Ellen Doré Watson
NIGHT COMMUNION
We met at the revolving hotel door. You’d shaved
Tara Skurtu
The One Crying in English Class
From time to time, I still get angry
Freesia McKee
Beipei, Low Water, Winter 1985
Li Ping is peeling
Andrea Lingenfelter
Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
Caroline
One day they took him in a car all over the country and he
Robert Clinton
Three Poems
His Majesty’s flock of Spanish sheep at Kew is most grievously afflicted...
Rachel Careau
Perspective and Day Sex Ode
I have often confused the expression center of gravity, first
Kathy Fagan
THE SACRIFICE | BROWNACRE
nothing but blue
Monica Youn
A Brief Portfolio
Not built to just do it
Lia Purpura
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