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My Girl
I was shopping for a castle.
Arthur Vogelsang
We Came This Way to Know the Evening
Here’s a riddle:
Hsia Yü
Natural History of the Soul
The song thrush hops, runs, stands,
Elizabeth Arnold
Family
None of my friends called their grandmother Nana.
Alan Shapiro
The Book of Forgotten Geniuses
I can understand why the Egyptians
Stewart Moss
It’s Not Your Fault
The brass lamp in your window,
Jennifer L. Knox
Hurricane: Hera | Squall: Echo
You never hear of Ixion, tied to a revolving wheel,
Ange Mlinko
The Wars Between the Wars Between the Borders that Were Not There
You had to know how bad the Nazis were
Cecilia Woloch
Paying a Blind Man to Wash and Wax My Car
Maybe they’re right, friends who mock me,
Helen Pruitt Wallace
FISHERMEN’S VILLAGE | VIA POLITICA
Squinty, salt-dusted windows gaze into the distance.
Luljeta Lleshanaku
Food of Love & Thing-in-Itself
If the vamp and rub of planets,
Nancy Naomi Carlson
Proof of Poetry
I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter
Tom Sleigh
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