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Three Poems
There, roots are
Gregory Orr
Rubbish Heap translated by Sasha Dugdale
I haven’t the strength to sing of you, resplendent rubbish heap!
Elena Shvarts
Laboring to explain
in Ants and Men: Island Apocalypse,
Rebecca Seiferle
The Summer House
I let the envelope fall to the floor unopened,
Lawrence Raab
The Immortality Ode
Bill Evans is quiet, fingers still above the keys, But ready to begin again and
Brian Culhane
Contagions of the Visible
In the optics of the dark ages, the eye
Bruce Bond
Spoiler Alert
This all started when Tanya, that wreck of a billionaire
Julie Bruck
The Loneliness of His Death
I like to think there’s a place where all the poets go
Sharon Dolin
DOG CITY
We have seen you following the scent—
Carol Frost
Butchering the Ram | James Cameron Descends into Lake Baikal
And while traveling the transcendental path of non-violence,
Amarsana Ulzytuev
You, Reader, As I Imagine You
Why is it awkward to acknowledge
Chase Twichell
Riding the Metro-North New Haven Line and Black Mountain Music
The question is what kind of sausage are they—
David Blair
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