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Wuhan
Utopia, or dystopia,
Kehan Yu
Fifteen Essays on Boats, Boats, Language, and the SS
The Palermo Airport is not large.
Ann Pedone
Before the rebirth | The harvest field | Song of love present
No flowers here
Andrée Chedid
Gonzalez-Torres at the Solstice and Why they Revere the Alcoholic Neighbor
Everyone guzzled what light there was leftover,
Merridawn Duckler
False Elegy
I sometimes feel as if my mother has died and I’m free to reminisce her final months.
Celia Bland
Like Body
one light series discrete
G.C. Waldrep
Rose-Scented Lotion | Blue
The level of rose-scented lotion daily
Rachel Hadas
The Dragonfly
Diamond-crusted wings flying an armored syringe
Keith Flynn
I prefer synthetic grass
no roots no worm
Jane Medved
The Unmet Lover
Once I saw you in a freight elevator
D. Nurkse
Two Poems
One summer night I lay down under a yew tree.
Steven Cramer
The Last Widow | The Last Mirror
The last widow misses men. The last widow misses her husband
Jason Schneiderman
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