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From “The Last Letter of My Body”, translated from Russian by Anne O. Fisher
it’s winter here: the winter rains come, the roses bloom
Alex Averbuch
BUD
Five years of nothing. Then, one night she calls
Peter Campion
Three poems by Nadia Mifsud translated from Maltese by Miriam Calleja
abracadabresque this silence spreading sorrow
Nadia Mifsud
Pip
Withered pip of a boy, now grey and halt
Carol Muske-Dukes
I Watch My Neighbor Watch Porn Movies through The Kitchen Window & Moonflaw
while I wash the dishes, the back of his head propped
Dorianne Laux
Of Shine
What makes it
David Baker
Photographer’s Song & Nothing Song
Standing in the shade,
Don Bogen
Q&A for Keyhole and Mammogram Hair
After my reading to high school students
Jill McDonough
Bed
I haven’t got a fingernail or bed
Sarah Arvio
Happiness on Earth
Especially if you were waking
Stephen Ackerman
Aqua and Violet
Childlike ones don’t tattle on the choice of stepfathers.
Katherine Soniat
Ocean Park
Call this landscape abstract if the world’s splendour
Ranjit Hoskote
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