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No other sound like it.
Carol Muske-Dukes
By the Numbers
The number of times intuition told me I had dodge
Nicole Caruso Garcia
In the Next Life and The Office of Apology
When I become the most trusted translator of your poems
Jessica Greenbaum
Joy
Even when the gods have driven you
Dorianne Laux
A Prayer
Praise the scent of wood
Laura Johanna Braverman
Mishap
At the soiree, a hot ticket zooms off with a hot potato into the toy
Bruce Cohen
Coffee on the Stoop
In the yard across the way, the neighbor’s cat—
Clare Rossini
The Quarry, Pontaise
To enter into the greens
Linda Pastan
Bed
I haven’t got a fingernail or bed
Sarah Arvio
Two Poems
I didn't know it then, but we were learning Italian...
Christopher Buckley
At the End of the Alphabet
Books bloated and fanned
Lee Upton
from THE CITY OF PARIS HAS YOU IN MIND TONIGHT
When G died began the midnight panic attacks.
Deborah Landau
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