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Wisdom
Friends may be starting to say
Frannie Lindsay
Three Poems
I sat in the late day sun
Jessica Greenbaum
Sunflower
Relapse my maze
Fady Joudah
YAWP
I long to move closer
Robert Nazarene
MORE THAN I CAN SAY
Clewell doesn’t exactly do haiku.
David Clewell
The Beautiful Hand
Not a word.
Laura Kasischke
I Was Reading the Sunlight, I Was Planting the Words on this Page
I know why Cicero says
Stephen Ackerman
Strength
After the storm
Hélène Cardona
Not the Way it Was
Today I overheard a conversation
Leonard Kress
Car le Vice by Tomaž Šalamun translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry
Car le Vice, rongeant ma native noblesse
Tomaž Šalamun
A Brief Portfolio
I was in sixth grade when I twirled Stephanie Comb’s
Nin Andrews
Three Orgasm Poems
She thinks success would be her best revenge. It’s not enough for her now, merely to be alive. Or to feel bliss in brief
Nin Andrews
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