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Three Poems translated from Argentinian Spanish by Lorena Wolfman
Entering the house from the back without letting anyone know,
María Casiraghi
January and The Marrow
Greetings from the first darkness,
Elaine Equi
Sestina
The time is naturally over. It is another morning. Lie
Leah Umansky
City That Cultivated Our Voice
Back then, everything was only starting,
Serhiy Zhadan
NIGHT SPIDER
All day he waited, then
Will Stone
This Surface
Of the earth,
André du Bouchet
The Definition of Postmodernism & If
I was in David Lehman’s Modern Poetry class when I first heard the term “postmodernism.”
Nin Andrews
The Dangers of Contemplation
Follow the seagull aloft
Ron Slate
Ubi Sunt
In the bottom left corner of Pennsylvania,
Joseph Bathanti
Honest Orbit
For weeks I sift in vast exits
Lauren Camp
When My Son Is Dead 16 Years
After you died, my Beautiful boy,
Alexis Rhone Fancher
The Last Photograph
a golden shovel on the opening line of Gwendolyn Brooks’ “To Prisoners”
Carrie Etter
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