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safe / harbor / rehab
you said your eyes
Fred Marchant
Let the Dead Bury the Dead
Surely she would want to hear one final song, something from the Carpathians, something folkloric about flying
Dzvinia Orlowsky
The Book of Before All This
They're retrieving what's retrievable.
Marianne Boruch
Your Brother’s Face
You believe your brother will come down
Christopher Howell
A Brief Portfolio
I meant to be talking of the huge cargo ship
Joseph Millar
More Reason
Though you may be a scribe in ancient Egypt
Carl Dennis
The Definition of Postmodernism & If
I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”
Nin Andrews
Blown Away
There’s something stuck in my throat, it might be the red-eyed
Maya Janson
Lush & Fair-Flung
You’re thinking of drunks,
Hailey Leithauser
Somewhere in Eastern Europe
It was the year the townsfolk
Anatoly Kudryavitsky
Curriculum Vitae | Ode to Silo City
I’ll keep the ululating
Philip Metres
Five Per Page and Title covered in flies
Yard sticks and shards are kept in a jar shaped as a cowboy boot.
Alexandria Peary
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