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In the Vestibule
The in-between is queasy
Rachel Hadas
Soup Teachers
we called them, the women who stood behind
Thomas Lux
The Suicide’s Wife
inhabits an invisible island
Amy Gerstler
Pier
If the pier is two hundred and fifty words long, it is important
Carolyn Guinzio
Three poems from Kembang Kertas (Balinese for bougainvillea) in Filipino and Kinaray-a
Here, we are told
John Iremil Teodoro
A Demitasse of Extinction
So funny how that uncanny, unfunny man sought you out on a rainy day in Istanbul—you were in earshot of the bazaar and smoking a hookah, and, of course, it was Ramadan.
Marc Vincenz
Naked City
Apprehended in Herald Square carrying the head of his sister-in-law
Ron Slate
“Bird or Old Man” translated from Bulgarian by Holly Karapetkova
He arrived with a bag full of fog.
Dostena Anguelova
THE INVENTION OF FIRE
In “Burning of three witches in Baden, Switzerland,” dated to 1585, three women lie on a large pyre watched by a circle of men.
Kathryn Nuernberger
The Bird that Begins it
In the world-famous night which is already flinging away bits of dark but not
Jorie Graham
Callas Poems
She whom you seek is not here!
Patrick Donnelly
How to Pray
Falling down on your knees is the easy part, like drinking
Barbara Hamby
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