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Into the Flame
And you lay for decades counting sheep
Jay Parini
Passing Royalty and Dostadning: Beginner’s Translation
I’m sorry I didn’t comprehend sooner how threatening
Patricia Clark
The Plum
A teacher I loved
Molly Peacock
Woo | Red Rover
O life little life little sawdust fleck I thought we’d go on riding hip-to-hip
Jane Springer
Three Poems
It’s good to see him young again,
William Trowbridge
The Worm
The sun: a worm with a spring withy in its jaws.
Regan Good
Ebbtide
He said one day when we are old, we—
Lynne Thompson
Enchanted Egg #2
When you look inside through the tiny porthole the lake looks back without blinking.
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
Beginning and Whatever Doesn’t Kill Your Mother Makes Her Stronger
One of the first days my mom’s in the ICU, I try to describe
Denise Duhamel
A Face, A Cup
The thousand hairline cracks in an aged face
Molly Peacock
Labyrinth (Lear)
A poorly timed abdication. A madness
Kathleen Graber
That’s How We Met translated by Chenxin Jiang
If only I didn’t have to grow up
Yau Ching
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