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A Provisional Topography | One of the Many Stories of Sounds | Sooner or Later
On the Weichsel River, before the war. You see
Jürgen Becker
THE SECRET OF TIME MEETS A STRANGER
You look familiar.
Elaine Equi
Post Structuralism
But the first idea was not to shape the clouds
Christopher Buckley
I open the windows.
What I wanted
Jane Hirshfield
Here & Now
I’m walking the beach where I ran as a child.
Christopher Buckley
My Shame & Sanctuary
At first that howl suggests an overbearing parent
Julie Bruck
No Selfies For Mary & Pater Noster
In the mausoleum shadow, eye-mopping mother, O Mary,
J.T. Barbarese
Two Poems
the way a kitchen’s dirty washcloth
Joyce Peseroff
Three Stages of Friendship and Grief
I was wondering if your eyelashes had fallen out
Elizabeth Jacobson
SUNDAY LUNCH AT MOM’S COUSIN DINNIE’S: JUNE 1969 | “ELEGANT,” SHE SAID
I hadn't yet recovered from a concussive first year teaching ninth-grade English
Wendy Barker
Circus
How the squirrel, skittish, leaps, lobbing its orange
Mark Irwin
Childhood
A bead of moisture swelling from black metal,
Alan Shapiro
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